i can t stand to see a good man go to waste one who never combs his hair or shaves his face a man who leans on wine over love that s told a lie oh it tears me up to see a grown man cry so i never go around mirrors i can t stand to see me without you by my side no i never go around mirrors because i ve got a heartache to hide i can t stand to be where heartaches hang around it s so easy for the blues to get me down to see a grown man crawl is more than i can stand i can t look into the eyes of half a man so i never go around mirrors i can t stand to see me without you by my side no i never go around mirrors because i ve got a heartache to hide well and it tears me up to see a grown man cry