Mirror, mirror on the wall, they say I’m arrogant, insolent, immortal.
They’re right—what can I do? To be otherwise would be immoral.
You’ll feel like you’ve always known me, yet you’ve never truly lived me.
I’m a journey—spicy and incandescent—I steal the scene with an oriental flair.
If you don’t want to stand out, don’t choose me, don’t wear me.
Like honey, I create a physical attraction—distinction and seduction are the core of my essence.
Among balms I move, like a massage on the skin—indelible, ever new, rebellious.
After me, you’ll want nothing else—keep that well in mind!