Dinah:
I must confess, you're looking fresh (so fresh)
Yep, I'm impressed, go ahead flex (flex turn up)
Everybody be hatin' the way that you stealing the show
Cause oh you be killin' 'em just like Lil' Terio
Camila:
Oh, you can get 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 them on the gram
Shut down the internet they don't, even understand
Lauren:
Oh, oh, oh, oh
They don't make them quite like you
No, no, oh, oh, oh, oh
It ain't bragging if you know it's true
Normani:
Oh where you from, must be heaven
You'd be rich if looking good was your profession
Think I'm in love, 'cause you're so sexy
Boy, I ain't talking 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 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 about you
I'm talking to my own reflection
Camila:
Why'd you think I'm putting on my favorite perfume?
Why'd you think I'm in this dress so tight that I can barely move?
Why'd you think I'm dancing in these uncomfortable shoes?
Lauren & Camila:
I did it all, I did it all, I did it all for you
Lauren:
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't you ever get it confused
No, no, oh, oh, oh, oh
It ain't bragging if you know it's true
Normani:
Oh where you from, must be heaven
You'd be rich if looking good was your profession
Think I'm in love, 'cause you're so sexy
Boy, I ain't talking 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 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 about you
I'm talking to my own reflection
Ally:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
should I even return his call? (Snow White Snow Shite)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
should I even return his call?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
should I even return his call?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
On the wall
Normani:
Oh where you from (Brooklyn), must be heaven (okay)
You'd be rich if looking good was your profession
Think I'm in love, 'cause you're so sexy
Boy, I ain't talking about you
I'm talking to my own reflection
Fifth Harmony
I'm talking to my own reflection
I'm talking to my own reflection
Boy, I ain't talking 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 about you
I'm talking to my own reflection