There's an opposite of me somewhere
And I know that he's having fun
He's laughing, entertaining, he's positively draining
And he spends his days out in the sun
He's not like me in any reasonable way
I could blame him but it's not his fault
He's a walking inspiration, He's so smart and fascinating
And he takes life with a pinch of salt
But when is...
Is it my go
To take a turn in his place?
And when is...
Is it his turn
To swap my mask for his face?
He's a mover and shaker, he catches all the breaks
And he seems at home on any dance floor
Well-adjusted and content, he has a manly scent
And his face can open any door
It's so unfair to be so jealous of his hair
And the way it falls just right