Sometimes I wonder why other folks don’t see. 
Life is so much simpler than they make it out to be. 
Love comes so easily, what is this great concern? 
All the things I’ve always known, somehow they never learn. 

Lonely guys with wandering eyes are easy to detect, 
I supply what, in effect, they are expected to expect. 
Giving love is a business, and a profit will be made. 
All my deepest debts will be repaid. 

And the Secrets of My Being 
Are kept inside my mirror. 
I focus all my seeing 
On my mirror, not on me. 
A talent for agreeing 
Appears in my reflection, 
It saves me from rejection, 
O it rescues me… 

Sometimes I listen while other folks complain, 
Let them lose their cools a bit while I maintain. 
But when some wicked soul sends shivers down my bones, 
Words aplenty pour from me in tuneless drones. 

Watch for guys all full of lies and cluttered up with guilt! 
On the worries that they’ve built, I pray in hunger to the hilt. 
With a grin and a giggle, and a saunter and a sigh, 
I will get the best such bribes can by. 

And the Secrets of My Being 
Are kept inside my mirror. 
I focus all my seeing 
On my mirror, not on me. 
A talent for agreeing 
Appears in my reflection, 
It saves me from rejection, 
O it rescues me . . . 

Watch for guys all full of lies and cluttered up with guilt! 
On the worries that they’ve built, I pray in hunger to the hilt. 
With a grin and a giggle, and a saunter and a sigh, 
I will get the best such bribes can by. 

And the Secrets of My Being 
Are kept inside my mirror. 
I focus all my seeing 
On my mirror, not on me. 
A talent for agreeing 
Appears in my reflection, 
It saves me from rejection, 
O it rescues me 
from Me.

© Andy Pope