The way that I look
In the mirrors at
The Washington Plaza.
My skin's blemish-free
And all that I see
Is a much younger me
At the Plaza.
It's amazing the way
My hair's not as gray.
My wrinkles are barely reflected.
My eyes are much bluer.
My body looks newer.
My age spots are hardly detected.
At other hotels
The fluorescent light tells
That you've grown older and fatter.
But who you'd most like to be
Is the person you'll see
In the mirrors of the Washington
Plaza.
In the golden glow
Of the flattering light
Of the mirrors at the Washington Plaza.
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