We all wear masks Yes, we do I’ll admit it How ’bout you? [chorus] i see a mask in the mirror neither friend nor foe so simply queer My mask these days Is wrinkled, gray My costume’s wrinkled It’s my way Frumpy comfy Nondescript For fancy clothes I’m ill-equipped [chorus] i see a mask in the mirror neither friend nor foe so simply queer About my mask Hmm… let me think In the mirror Above the sink There is a face Looking back Good God, it’s old — I cry, “ACK!” [chorus] i see a mask in the mirror neither friend nor foe so simply queer “You’re scaring me,” I say to it But ’tis my mask I admit Inside I’m young You just can’t see If you could You would agree [chorus] i see a mask in the mirror neither friend nor foe so simply queer The wrinkled face Is just a mask The frumpy clothes? Hmm — don’t ask
