Mirror, Mirror (Pay-Per-View)

[Verse 1]
Mascara smudged
Coffee cold
Same three shirts
Story old
Bathroom light
Unkind
Too bright
I squint at this stranger
On a Tuesday night
"Who signed up
For this beige routine?"
I poke at my cheeks
Where the wild once been
Tilt my head left
Try a fake little grin
[low vocal register]
"Girl
When did you trade
Chaos for vitamins?"
[Chorus]
Mirror
Mirror
Who the hell are you?
What did you do with my bad ideas?
Where is my lust for life
And all my scandalous souvenirs?
If I can't find that spark inside
I'll scroll my camera roll for proof
Mirror
Mirror
Who the hell are you
And why you living in my roof?
[Verse 2]
Scrollin' through folders
Way
Way back
There I am laughing
On a stranger’s lap
Hotel curtains
Half off the rail
Lipstick everywhere
Except where it belonged
Oh well
Click—oh wow
There’s Exhibit A
Me and my confidence
On full display
I freeze
Then cackle
"Guess the rent’s due soon"
If my glow retired
It can pay my living room
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
Pay-per-view past
On a brand-new screen
If I can’t find my fire
I’ll lease the old me
[louder]
I’m bargaining with my history
In bargain-bin lingerie
If the future looks this boring
Let the back catalog pay
[Chorus]

pop, Playful big-band pop with female vocals, swinging brass punches, walking bass, and snappy drums. Verses stay cheeky and conversational over tight horn stabs; chorus explodes with full-band hits, call-and-response backing vocals, and bright sax fills. Bridge drops to half-time with muted horns and finger snaps, then ramps back into a bold, sassy finale., big band