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 queen 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 Under the clothes we wear I'll meet you there Under the clothes we wear Under the clothes we wear I'll meet you there Under the clothes we wear