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 something that I gotta say
You don`t have to fix that dress
I like it when your hair`s a mess
It`s 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 it`s 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
It`s when you always look the best
And I love you