Sometimes I find her in the mirror unexpectedly.
It makes me hold my head up higher,
‘Cause she’s the me I strive to see.
 
It’s when my lashes seem a bit more lengthy,
Or my mustache seems a little thinner
Before I add the makeup, unexpectedly.
 
My smile alone’s sufficient, really,
Since it’s truest when I embody her,
‘Cause she’s the me I strive to see.
 
Hand motions, too, that don’t jerk violently,
But flow with fluid grace, a little freer,
Can spark the feeling unexpectedly.
 
I do still primp until my hands are camp
So the only person in my selfie’s her,
‘Cause she’s the me I strive to see,
 
But when my features match hers naturally,
No planning, time, or terror,
This euphoric rush hits unexpectedly,
‘Cause she’s the truer me I strive to see.