The masquerader in the mirror Appears to be a total stranger to me He slips a film of glow through a glove on his hand And puts my features where his face ought to be Young flesh, young frame Slow pulse, no pain The face he fits is unmistakably mine Without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime The story always reads exactly the same I need my live protection all the time Young flesh, young frame Slow pulse, no pain CHORUS Inside my fit on skin Sometimes I wonder just where to begin I need action, action, action, action Inside my fit on skin I make a novel of everything It's like fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction Inside my fit on skin Another side of my twin The face he fits is unmistakably mine Without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime The story always reads exactly the same I need my live protection all the time Young flesh, young frame Slow pulse, no pain CHORUS CHORUS