Baby's in the market looking at the silver spoons
Says she doesn't like reflections looking back at her
Oh don't you want them to tell you
Wouldn't you want them to tell you
She hates the images flipped because they're only partly you
Even when they're right-side up it's an inverted truth
Oh don't you want them to tell you
Wouldn't you want them to give you
Some peace of mind
It's the least that could be given
An image so nice
Might have been yours to begin with
Yours to begin with
Yours to begin with
Yours
Some peace of mind
It's the least that could be given
An image so nice
Might have been yours to begin with
Some peace of mind
It's the least that could be given
An image so nice
Might have been yours to begin with
Baby's in the market selling all her silver spoons
Says there's no reflection looking back at her
Oh don't you want them to tell you
Wouldn't you want them to tell you