A/N: I wanted to adapt "Skin" by BOY as soon as I heard it, and thought it'd make a good fit for a melancholy take on Waluigi's lot in life, since I don't feature him nearly enough in here…
Skin
All day long he's waiting for the games to take him out
To be somebody's boss fight, to stand out from all the crowds
There's no need to talk because the fighting is so loud
'Till the kart racing gives way into a morning full of doubts
You can feel like part of something if you're part of the cast
You can make your life look ugly with a dark and shady past
Wash off the scorch marks as the minigames begin
Well you can get out of these spandex pants but you can't get out of this skin
His home is where his heart is at the parties that he roams
He tells himself he can't be lonely 'cause he's never on his own
But all the friends he beats that day, by the evening they are gone
And he's left with his dirt track, his pinball court, his smoking bomb
You can feel like part of something if you're part of the game
You can make your life look ugly when you cackle at their pain
Wash off the scuff marks and prepare to play again
Well you can get out of these pointed shoes but you can't get out of this skin
All day long he's waiting for the games to take him out
To be somebody's boss fight…
You can feel like part of something if you're part of the team
You can make your life look ugly when you're always acting mean
Wash up the bruises and then roll the dice again
Well you can get out of these overalls but you can't get out of
Feeling like you're part of something if you're part of the game
You can make your life look ugly with a tall and bony frame
Wash up the eye-rings let the dance contest begin
Well you can get out of this purple shirt but you can't get out of this skin