Sometimes my mirror image does exactly what I do, But other times she goes away and lives a different life or two. Once she was an operator if you dialed number eight, Another time a waitress who couldn’t keep her orders straight. Last week she was an astronaut who landed on the moon. Yesterday a zookeeper feeding a baboon. I wouldn’t mind her doing so much while I’m standing still, But every time she buys something she sticks me with the bill.