The Opposite of Me

There's an opposite of me somewhere And I know that he's having fun He's laughing, entertaining, he's positively draining And he spends his days out in the sun He's not like me in any reasonable way I could blame him but it's not his fault He's a walking inspiration, He's so smart and fascinating And he takes life with a pinch of salt But when is... Is it my go To take a turn in his place? And when is... Is it his turn To swap my mask for his face? He's a mover and shaker, he catches all the breaks And he seems at home on any dance floor Well-adjusted and content, he has a manly scent And his face can open any door It's so unfair to be so jealous of his hair And the way it falls just right