Slip inside your favorite skin You zip up the back and you fit right in The teeth become jammed as you near the top A thousand fingers used to clear the stop Now you look around And you start to spin upon sins upon... It could not take away 16 tons of cargo This big brown box You keep your notes in The kind you never throw away Deep inside with all the other skins The kind that don't fit anymore... More people More situations More hangout spots More people to say "hi" to More music to play, more songs to feel This as I tell you you're not feeling it How dare I? I'll tell you how i do 'Cause I was here so many times before And after all It's got nothing to do with you And your wardrobe It's full of skins Ones I've been in As you sit and grin And you take a couple off the bed And you throw em down And you choose too