Send Me

ME, who am about to look into the mirror for the first time
want to thank you for sending me the instructions
for living in these trying times.
I think they made more sense the first time I read them.
You do remember all those verses they made us recite?

Now, if you could just send me the mirror, mirror on the wall
you know, the one that belonged to the Stepmother
I would blow you kisses from across the miles
because I need to hear about how Fair I am.

A fair player of the game, giver of my gifts, lover of your soul
I want to hear the words from you because you have known me
longer
and better than anyone
So sweet thing, send me a letter, and proclaim
what I want to be true is so.

You have always sent me farther down the road, so much further down the road than I ever intended to go
and always . . . unexpectedly.

Certainly a letter isn't too much more to ask.
The asking for my soul is too much in trade, I'm just looking for a letter.
Fine, I 'll send you one first, and say all that I feel . . .
but YOU better send me
My Sam Cooke album