If we were nude Would we have freedom Would it be so rude Or is there a reason
And if we all stripped Wouldn't it be revealing Wouldn't have to be hip And you could see what I'm feeling
Do you prefer tapered jeans or bellbottoms Tiny shirts and ladies' skirts Backwards caps and baggy slacks White sneakers and ties with vests
It's not fair I can't grow that bushy hair Last year you were the hip-hop queen And now you're on the rock and roll team
The truth is I don't understand Just wanna show you who I really am Under the clothes we wear Under the clothes we wear I'll meet you there
If I could talk To you in the shower Would you have style And would you still have your power
And if I wore preppy shirts and cargo pants White makeup and safety pins Skater shorts and football pads Just like Abercrombie ads
What can I do I can't afford to impress you Last week you were the dancing queen Now you're all about the indie scene
Why is everything so fake Are we really in the groups we make Under the clothes we wear Under the clothes we wear I'll meet you there
My aunt Frieda She dresses exactly like her friends I suspect it never ends If we could shed this phony skin Then maybe you would see me
Under the clothes we wear I'll meet you there Under the clothes we wear (x3)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
