[Verse 1] A CopyCat Scoundrel creeps with care, Stealing thoughts right from the air. He wears your grin and mimics your style, A master of the stolen smile. A shadow thief without a face, He leaves no footprints in the place. He’ll take your verse and claim the rhyme, A villain wasting all your time. [Pre-Chorus] If you speak, he echoes back, A pirate on a verbal track. He circles close, then disappears, With borrowed words and borrowed years. [Chorus] CopyCat Scoundrel CopyCat Scoundrel You wear my skin, but not my soul CopyCat Scoundrel CopyCat Scoundrel You steal the shine, but lose control [Verse 2] But deep inside, the truth is plain: He has no song within his brain. He copies laughs, he copies grief, He builds his house on stolen belief. So guard your wits and lock the door, Lest he come back to copy more. For though he plays a clever part, He’ll never find an honest heart. [Bridge] He can borrow all the color, He can shadow every line, But a borrowed face is empty When it tries to wear the spine. [Chorus] CopyCat Scoundrel CopyCat Scoundrel You wear my skin, but not my soul CopyCat Scoundrel CopyCat Scoundrel You steal the shine, but lose control [Outro] A master of the stolen smile, Gone like smoke after a while.
