Oh, I've been stabbed even more than Julius Caesar by your hands, my friend,
And, yes, I know what you think about me,
You couldn't keep it hidden cleverly,
Yes, I know what you think, oh,
And I'm afraid I cannot...I cannot give you any more for your plans, my friend,
So now's the time to show it all,
Well, here's my skin, now where's yours'
Now where's yours' Now where's yours'
Yes, I know what you think about me,
You couldn't keep it hidden cleverly,
Yes, I know what you think, oh, oh.

So, how does it feel to be you'
So, how does it feel to be you'
So, how does it feel to be you'
Be you.

How does it feel to be you'
So, how does it feel to be'