My Vanity
I looked up 
Through the glass
To see you standing there
I raised my hand
And you waved back
Such a friendly gesture
What's that glimmer 
The mystery that I see
When you're looking
Back at me
I'll admit I am intrigued
By the mistchief in your eye
The eyebrow cocked
That crooked smile
How could I be so vain
To think that you are I 
If I turn to walk away
Will you turn the other way?

~Alicia Roper