They could be fat or could be thin
They could be black, they could be white
Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight
Not much a door can do but open or close
Those things are above doors
Not much legs can do but open or close
Those things are above us whores
So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish
They could be lonely or could be fust
They could be tack, they could be real
They do have feelings, but just right now I feel
A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am
Those things are above us whores
Just the best target practice, for a misguided man
Those things are above us whores
So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish
