When she looks in The looking glass on the wall She can see she’s The fairest of them all Makes me do anything Has me on a string And there isn’t anything I can do La la la la la la ...
She’s there on a place No-one else above There’s no chance of her loving me The way I love her What in the world is left to do She’s crying out for someone new And there isn’t anything I can do La la la la la la ...
"The bass player is John ... wait for it ... Glasscock"