[Verse 1]
They could be fat or could be thin
They could be black, they could be white
Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Not much a door can do but open or close
Those things are above doors
Not much legs can do but open or close
Those things are above us whores

[Chorus]
So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish

[Verse 2]
They could be lonely or could be bust
They could be tack, they could be real
They do have feelings, but just right now I feel

[Pre-Chorus 2]
A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am
Those things are above us whores
Just the best target practice, for a misguided man
Those things are above us whores
[Chorus]
So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish

[Outro]
(Not much a door can do but open or close)
(Not much legs can do but open or close)
Those things are above us whores, whores, whores, whores...
(Not much a door can do but open or close)
(Not much legs can do but open or close)
Those things are above us whores...
(Not much a door can do but open or close)