I Know That My Redeemer Lives

I must confess, you're looking fresh (So fresh) Yup I'm impressed, Go 'head and flex. (Flex! Turn up) Everybody be hatin' the way that you stealin' the show 'Cause ooh you be killing' 'em just like little Terio Ooh you can get it, anything you want (Anything you want) And can't nobody (Can't nobody) ever tell you no. (No, no!) Don't need no filters on pictures before you post 'em on the gram Shut down the internet they don't even understand Ooh ooh ooh ooh They don't make 'em quite like you No no ooh ooh ooh It ain't braggin' if you know it's true. Ooh, where you from Must be heaven You'd be rich if looking good was your profession Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talking 'bout you, I'm talking to my own reflection. Why you think I'm puttin' on my favorite perfume? Why you think this dress so tight that I can barely move? Why you think I'm dancin' in these uncomfortable shoes? I did it all, I did it all, I did it all for you Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh, don't you ever get it confused No no ooh, ooh ooh It ain't braggin' if you know it's true. Ooh, where you from? (Where you from) Must be heaven You'd be rich if looking good was your profession Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talkin' about you I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talking 'bout you, I'm talking to my own reflection. Mirror, mirror on the wall Should I even return his call? (Snow white, snow white) Mirror, mirror on the wall Should I even return his call? Mirror, mirror on the wall Should I even return his call? (Ah ah) Mirror, mirror on the wall On the, on the, on-on the wall... Ooh, where you from Must be heaven. (Okay) You'd be rich if looking good was your profession. (Ching-Ching!) Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talking 'bout you, I'm talking to my own reflection.