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    (CHORUS    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)