How to Smash Your Mirror - Dan Bull

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

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

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

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