Elevator Mirror

[Verse 1: Shyamala]
Lady, looking in the elevator mirror
Circles turning dark, your hair silver
Tell me (tell me) all about the fear before you kill her
Lady, searching in the elevator mirror
Searching, searching

[Chorus]
When's the next time I'm gon' feel invisible
Do I dread it, am I waiting?
I'm gon' feel invisible

[Verse 2: Shyamala, Shyamala & All]
Lady, sorry that you want the golden ticket
Lady, a watched pot never boils but you could spill it
Lately, you need you in your chest and now you feel it
Lady, elevator mirrors got their limits
They've got their limits, so

[Chorus]
When's thе next time I'm gon' feel invisible
Do I drеad it, am I waiting?
I'm gon' feel invisible

[Outro: Shyamala, Shyamala & All]
When's the next time I'm gon' feel invisible (Ahh ahh ahh)
I'm gon' feel invisible
(When's the next time I'm gon' feel invisible)
(When's the next time I'm gon' feel invisible)

When's the next time I'm gon' feel invisible
Do I dread it, am I waiting?
Do I dread it, am I waiting?