gotta get my hair perfect, every peice in place
keep all the boys cranein' their necks
i'll keep it low cut just in case
we're all so chic
every day of the week
we don't speak to the geeks or the freaks
it's part of our technique
every one's got to belong somewhere
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Open up your eyes, you are a master of disguise
gossiping with friends, worshiping the fashion trends
that's what it takes to be popular)
on and off the field, most would say, i'm the man
workin' hard on my sex appeal i got, white teeth and a mighty dark tan
go (go) fight (fight) i guess we're winning
(guess again)
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masquerade, paper faces on parade
masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you
masquerade, every face a different shade
masquerade, look around there's a nother mask behind you
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