and when the fever fakes the feel you must be sure of your appeal
you'll be too late if you hesitate I see you live behind that smile you cut me up with razor style dancing in disguise (dancing in disguise) you chance your face to suit your hair look into the mirror again there's no time to sway yeah and when the fever starts to fade you know you may have gone too far and what is left is anyone's guess
Don't scratch me with your tiger mind you say you can't be satisfied well I'm sure you never will (sure you never will) try turning all the pages again tomorrow is too late, yeah