When you look in the mirror, what do you see?nDo you see the fairest of them all, or reality?nnAnd there’s an old man coming into view,nAre you still unaware that he will never marry you?nnThey used to burn them,nShe straightens her hair,nNobody likes her,nShe doesn’t seem to care.nI’ll watch her fall.nnYou snap and bicker, always angry and cross,nPetty complaints to justify as you snivel to your boss.nnGo bake your cakes; you’re not as popular as you think,nA dark cloud on your head, imitation mink.nnThey used to burn them,nShe straightens her hair,nNobody likes her,nShe doesn’t seem to care.nPeople will come round,nAnd out she will be found,nEverybody knows her,nAnd they just don’t care.nI’ll watch her fall.nnYou’re fake as plastic, transparent as glass,nYou’re a home-wrecker, and you’ve got no class.nn We’ve seen you turn the waterworks on,nDeceptive to the last, but soon enough you’ll be gone.nnThey used to burn them,nShe straightens her hair,nNobody likes her,nShe doesn’t seem to care.nPeople will come round,nAnd out she will be found,nEverybody knows her,nAnd they just don’t care.nThey used to burn them,nShe straightens her hair,nNobody likes her,nShe doesn’t seem to care.nI’ll watch her fall.n