[Female Lead] [Intro] [Low, close vocal] You can look Just don’t act surprised When the bill comes [Verse 1] Everybody wants a version They can hold without getting cut Something flattering Something simple Something they can explain at brunch You like me better in reflections Flat Framed Predictable Real women ruin symmetry I’ve noticed You compliment the parts That don’t interrupt your fantasy Funny Every mirror I walk past Takes a little more inventory How I stand How I speak How long I let the silence sit You call that confidence I call it Knowing what gets charged When I’m visible [Hook] [Restrained melodic lift] That’s the mirror tax You get the image I pay for the glass You get the version That behaves in your head I get the cleanup After Mirror tax Every look takes something back If you love what you see Fine Just don’t confuse The reflection With the woman behind that [Verse 2] [Sharper rhythmic delivery] I’ve been curated Misquoted Polished into something agreeable Too cold Too much Too quiet Too difficult Too beautiful to be believable Pick one I’ve heard worse People get nervous When a woman won’t help them Finish the sentence So I stopped Now every room writes fan fiction Based on posture Eye contact Three seconds of restraint You call me mysterious No You’re just impatient And imagination Is cheaper than listening I’ve watched strangers build altars To versions of me I wouldn’t invite inside That’s flattering In the same way A burglary is personal [Hook] [Heavier bass, layered doubles] That’s the mirror tax You get the image I pay for the glass You get the version That behaves in your head I get the cleanup After Mirror tax Every look takes something back If you love what you see Fine Just don’t confuse The reflection With the woman behind that [Breakdown] [Beat drops, dry vocal] Here’s the funny part Sometimes I help Tilt the chin Slow the smile Leave one answer unfinished Give the room Just enough rope To hang its own assumptions That’s not dishonesty That’s quality control [Glitch cut] You wanted a mirror I gave you one You just forgot Mirrors reverse things [Final Hook] [More open, darker harmony] That’s the mirror tax But I’m done covering the cost Keep the image Keep the fantasy Keep whatever version you bought Mirror tax I don’t owe you the original If you only loved What reflected well Then baby You never had me At all [Outro] [Soft, almost amused] You can look That part’s free Understanding me? ... Different rate
