Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart   You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do   Than making insecurity into a full time job   Making insecurity into an art      And I fear my life will be over   And I will have never lived in unfettered   Always glaring into mirrors   Mad, I don't look better      But now here is this tiny baby   And they say she looks just like me   And she is smiling at me with that present infant glee   Yes, and I would defend to the ends of the earth   Her perfect right to be, be, be, be      So I'm beginning to see some problems   With the ongoing work of my mind   And I've got myself a new mantra   It says don't forget to have a good time   Don't let the sellers of stuff power enough to rob you of your grace      Love is all over the place   There's nothing wrong with your face   Love is all over the place   There's nothing wrong with your face