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 bell bottoms   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 'n' 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