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) 

(CHORUS) 

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 

(CHORUS)