[Intro] Mirror, mirror… Who’s that handsome thing? Wait… Did you just wink at me? Oh, fuck. [Verse 1] Found an old mirror in a dusty shop, Something about it made me stop. Silver edges, cracks in the glass, A beautiful stranger looking back. At first I thought it was just my mind, Playing little tricks from time to time. But then he smiled when I looked away, And now he’s watching me every day. [Pre-Chorus] One little whisper, one little sign, A shadow moving on the other side. He presses his hand against the glass, And I wonder what would happen if it cracked. [Chorus] Pretty little possession, p-p-possession, Got me caught in a wicked obsession. Mirror man, what do you see? Why the hell are you staring at me? Pretty little possession, come alive, Step through the glass to the other side. One little crack, one little sin, Maybe I should let you in. [Verse 2] Midnight comes, the lights go low, He writes my name in the silver glow. I place my fingers against his hand, And something happens I don’t understand. The mirror shatters across the floor, And there’s a handsome man where there was none before. Dark eyes, sharp smile, dangerously tall, With shadows curling around the wall. He looks at me like I’m his favourite prize, I can’t help smiling at those wicked eyes. He asks me softly if I’m afraid, I say, “Darling, you’ve made my day.” [Pre-Chorus] He’s standing closer than before, Bare feet against my bedroom floor. He asks me what I want to do, I smile and say, “I’ve got a few ideas for you.” [Chorus] Pretty little possession, p-p-possession, Got me caught in a wicked obsession. Mirror man, what do you see? Why the hell are you staring at me? Pretty little possession, come alive, Step through the glass to the other side. One little crack, one little sin, Maybe I should let you in. [Bridge] So… You’ve been trapped in there for centuries? And the only way out… Was for someone to invite you? … Interesting. And now you’re free? Oh, sweetheart… I think we’re going to get along beautifully. [Final Chorus] Pretty little possession, p-p-possession, Got me caught in a wicked obsession. Mirror man, what do you see? Why the hell are you staring at me? Pretty little possession, come alive, Step through the glass to the other side. One little crack, one little sin, Maybe I should let you in. [Outro] Mirror, mirror… On the wall… Who’s the wickedest of them all? … Oh. Apparently, it’s both of us. Fuck. This should be fun.
