Letra de Dead Ringer - The Rasmus

Dead Ringer. Ringer. My Dead Ringer

Suckers know 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

Not that easy to replace

Passport picture, names erased

It cleans up good, good, that's my face

I'd never turn a big Romeo.(?)

Like 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 it still lingers

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

You're sleeping with a spider

Slicing 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 it still lingers

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

You're sleeping with the spider

Slicing like a glider

Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?

My dead ringer. Dead ringer. My dead ringer. (x2)

If you want to be me, you've got to start at the bottom

Ain't no free ticket to stardom

You gotta have balls or believe that you've got them

Swing them around my way, I'm gonna cut 'em

And as for you, Miss Universe Finland

You lost the 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 it still lingers

Tell me that it's all just in my head

You're sleeping with the spider

Slicing like a glider

Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?

My dead ringer. Dead ringer. My dead ringer. Dead ringer

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