she's looking in the mirror   she's fixing her hair   and i touch my head to feel   what isn't there   she's humming a melody   we learned in grade school   she's so happy   and i think   this is not cool   'cause i know the guy   she's been talking about   i have met him before   and i think   what is this beautiful beautiful woman   settling for?      she bends her breath   when she talks to him   i can see her features begin to blur   as she pours herself   into the mold he made for her   and for everything he does   she has a way to rationalize   she says he don't mean what he do   she tells me he called   to apologize      he says he loves her   he says he's changing   and he can keep her warm   and so she sits there like america   suffering through slow reform   but she'll never get back the time   and the years sneak by   one by one   she is still playing the martyr   i am still praying for revolution      and she still doesn't have what she deserves   but she wakes up smiling every day   she never really expected more   that's just not the way we are raised   and i say to her,   you know,   there's plenty of really great men out there   but she doesn't hear me   she's looking in the mirror   she's fixing her hair