​​My dead ringer

My dead ringer

Sucker stole my identity

Fucker dresses up like me

Shows up where he shouldn’t be

Giving me that third degree

Let me cut right to the chase

I’m not that easy to replace

Passport picture, name's erased

He cleans up good, but that's my face

Another two-bit Romeo

That Mini Me from Mexico

Backstabber at a Rasmus show

Bet you thought I’d never know

You’re slipping through my fingers

The taste of him still lingers

You tell me that it’s all just in my head

You’re sleeping with a spider

Slides in like a glider

Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?

My dead ringer

Dead ringer

On your neck I see a bite

I don’t wanna pick a fight

Let’s see what you did last night

Hidden cameras, they don't lie

You’re slipping through my fingers

The taste of him still lingers

You tell me that it’s all just in my head

You’re sleeping with a spider

Slides in like a glider

Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?

My dead ringer

Dead ringer

My dead ringer

Dead ringer

If you wanna be me

You gotta start at the bottom

Ain’t no free ticket to stardom

You gotta have balls

Or believe that you've got 'em

Swingin' them round my way

I’m gonna cut ‘em

And as for you, Miss Universe Finland

You lost your crown to a drag queen from England

I had to wipe your tears off the pavement

Now I’m paying for his entertainment

You’re slipping through my fingers

The taste of him still lingers

You tell me that it’s all just in my head

You’re sleeping with a spider

Slides in like a glider

Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?

My dead ringer

Dead ringer

My dead ringer

Dead ringer