Wherever I go I’m always there,
waiting for you with minutes to spare.
I look in the mirror, it’s the same old face,
I hope for another, but there’s never a trace.
I didn’t believe it at first, it couldn’t be true,
I thought for sure it was all about you.
When you say ‘you’,
you really mean ‘me’
the person you could never be,
you’d rather be you, it’s easy to see,
but I don’t care, I’d rather be me.
I’m trying hard to be polite
and take an approach that’s more contrite,
I ask who you see when we go out to dine,
but your answer’s the same every time,
the face that you see is always mine.
So the next time you think I’m an inflated ego,
just cut me some slack, my friend, mi amigo.
The data is clear, what else could it be,
whoever you are, it’s all about me.