by Stefan Blixt
Chances are the world will tweak
And your plans won't work this week
So you'll be left standing dumbfound
Or perhaps you're better than that
All backe up and alternate
You'll put on another mask
Imitator
Never mind the chances or odds
You should stick out your neck for us
Find out if the guillotine will miss
And where's that cute grin now
Don't you have an act to show
Show my your hand
Show me your eyes
Imitator
Of course, I understand you
I could even use a few of the tricks up your sleeve
That you use to deceive
Because it's a landslide world
But your act won't fool the girl
She won't see what she needs
Just a harmless, strange dream
Every person wobbbles a bit
Up or down or left or right
Sometimes it's a spastic fright
But there's something strange about you
You don't wobble like we do
Come along and wobble with us
Imitator