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 your toes
Then you trip and fall and you rip your hose
You scream crying "I have got to change all my clothes"
I guess it's really just my fate
Another Cosmo mag-a-date
Before the hour gets to late there's something that I got to say....

You don't have to fix that dress
I like it when your hair's a mess
That'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 makeup face to disguise
I'll always see you from the inside
The inside out
I'll always see you from the inside
The inside out
I'll always see you from the inside

I run upstairs to check it out
She slammed the door and began to shout at me saying
"I don't ever want to come back out"
I guess it's really just my fate
Another night without a date
Before the hour gets too late
There's something that I've gotta say

You don't have to fix that dress
I like it when your hair's a mess
That's when you always look the best
And I love you

Words and Music: Chris Estes and Nate Sallie ©2002 Bestes Music/Curb Songs (ASCAP)