Friday night we're going out knocking on the door

I'm at your house

You open up and say that you're not even ready at all

You run up stairs to paint you toes then you

Trip and fall and you rip your hose

You scream crying "I have got to change all my clothes"

I guess i'ts really just my fate another

Cosmo mag-a-date before the hour gets to late

Theres somethint that I gotta say



You don't have to fix that dress

I like it when your hair's a mess

I'ts when you always look the best

And I love you



CHORUS

No matter what the clothes you wear

Or how you do your hair

No matter what you try to change

I'll always feel the same

No matter what the car you drive

No make-up face to disguise

I'll always see you from the inside

the inside out

(x3)



I run upstairs to check it out

She slammed the door and began to shout

At me saying "I don't ever wanna come back out"

I guess i'ts really just my fate another night without a date

Before the hour gets to late there's something that

I gotta say



You don't have to fix that dress

I like it when your hair's a mess

I'ts when you always look the best

And I love you



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