You may think I cover up much of your view
There's lots of things behind you
If you could only see a few
But imagine your surprise
When I tell you you can't see
What you wanna anyway

'Cause there's a mirror
Behind my back
In the back
Behind my back

There is one behind my
And it's just my shape
And you can't see the view
Maybe there's an ape

And you will see a scene
And it's got you in it
And you block your own view
Behind you... wait a minute
Then you may think you cover up
Much of your view