she's looking in the mirror
she's fixing her hair
and I touch my head to feel

what isn't there
she's humming a melody
we learned in grade school

she's so happy
and I think
this is not cool

'cause I know the guy
she's been talking about
I have met him before

and I think
what is this beautiful beautiful woman
settling for?


she bends her breath
when she talks to him

I can see her features begin to blur
as she pours herself
into the mold he made for her

and for everything he does
she has a way to rationalize
she says he don't mean what he do

she tells me he called
to apologize


he says he loves her
he says he's changing
and he can keep her warm

and so she sits there like america
suffering through slow reform
but she'll never get back the time

and the years sneak by
one by one
she is still playing the martyr

I am still praying for revloution

and she still doesn't have what she deserves

but she wakes up smiling every day
she never really expected more
that's just not the way we are raised

and I say to her,
you know,
there's plenty of really great men out there

but she doesn't hear me
she's looking in the mirror
she's fixing her hair