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 girl 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 bust    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