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.