Who’s that lady in the mirror looking back at me?

I don’t know who the hell she is, whoever can she be?

She does look quite familiar though, if only I could see

I go to fetch my glasses, and blow me, so does she!

 

I know I’ve seen that face before, I move in cautiously

She replicates my every move, glares back indignantly

Now I come to think of it, she looks just like my mum

Oh bloody hell, it must be me – she said this day would come!