Dan Bull - How to Smash Your Mirror lyrics

Piano and strings
Huh, a little bit cliché, but works well
Classy serious
Let's talk about something serious
This is important now let's do some rapping
Look

Fr-Fr-Fr-Fr-Fr-Fr
From Brother Ali to Forest Whitaker
When it comes to body image
There's a common myth that we're
Not bothered with it but, it's bollocks
It'd take a lot of confidence
To stop us wishing at
Least something was different
You see kids stacked with six packs
Skin's tanned and big abs
And think that to fit in then
You need to have this crap
I've had enough of airbrushed buff
People I see on telly


Where's all the freckles
Crooked yellow teeth and beer bellies?
I'm a bit chubby 'round the edges
Prefer pudding to veggies
In restaurants they say "do you want a
Side of salad or potato wedges?"
I'll leave you to guess my preference
Insert generic Mr Creosote reference
But, I look after myself
Might grab an apple and leave
The snacks on the shelf
As well as pizza I eat pasta as well
The human appendix is similar
To my gym membership
It rarely ever gets used even
When I remember it now I'm no exercise freak
But, I exercise each week
Even if it's just stepping outside
And down the street i can swim, I can dance
I can skank or ride a bike
It doesn't matter man
Variety's the spice of life

Why are you looking at me?
Stuff your physique beauty's skin deep
I'd rather be ugly and free
Why are you looking at me?
Man, stuff your physique
Beauty's skin deep, I'd rather be ugly and me
Why are you looking at me?
Stuff your physique beauty's skin deep
I'd rather be ugly and free
Why are you looking at me?
Man, stuff your physique
Beauty's skin deep, I'd rather be ugly and me

I thought "please, Lord, make me thin"
"Paint my pasty skin"
"Take me out of this funny
Frame you've placed me in"
My face is ginger while my
Head hair is mousey brown
But, I turned my doubts around
My thoughts are more healthy now
I quit searching for the perfect physique
I'd prefer to be a person that people feel
At ease with when first we meet
See, it's not just about how you look
When you're out with your friends
It's about whether you are looking
Out for your friends

Why are you looking at me?
Stuff your physique beauty's skin deep
I'd rather be ugly and free
Why are you looking at me?
Man, stuff your physique
Beauty's skin deep, I'd rather be ugly and me
Why are you looking at me?
Stuff your physique beauty's skin deep
I'd rather be ugly and free
Why are you looking at me?
Man, stuff your physique
Beauty's skin deep, I'd rather be ugly and me

I'm no Michaelangelo's David
My stature isn't classical
Sod a perfect body mine's autobiographical
Every flaw, every blemish, every scar
Is a natural tattooed testament to
How I got this far cosmetics and excrement
I can't detect the difference
Except that the expensive one is what
You want to get for Christmas
My head's significantly bigger than average
You'll laugh when you see me
Getting a hat fitted it's the massivest
But that's the thing, it's a trivial matter
Except when acceptance happens to be
The thing that you're after
Call me an ignorant rapper
Spitting the dumbest rhymes
But, you can stick your opinion
Where the sun doesn't shine
And for a chap my bum's
More like Nicki's than Miley's
What a kick in the hiney
But so what? My friends think of me highly
Despite my glitches
They think that I'm the nicest guy
We like a bit of variety
It's the spice of life

Why are you looking at me?
Stuff your physique beauty's skin deep
I'd rather be ugly and free
Why are you looking at me?
Man, stuff your physique
Beauty's skin deep, I'd rather be ugly and me
Why are you looking at me?
Stuff your physique beauty's skin deep
I'd rather be ugly and free
Why are you looking at me?
Man, stuff your physique
Beauty's skin deep, I'd rather be ugly and me