What's inside those well-ironed clothes
I just wanna know what's inside
Fellow talking to himself about I don't know
Until he said
"Why don't you look back at me?"
Shave that beard
That's not you and me
Comb that hair
Who you trying to be
Someday you'll wish you knew me
The way I know you
'Cause I know what's inside those well-ironed clothes