It’s all inside The cold caught on Your maple skin Now it’s a matter of time Before they find out what you really look like It’s a matter of time Before it all kicks in So let me see what you hide under there The table cloth, and all those pins in your hair Go It’s open time The powdered tongue And a penchant to speak When you no longer care The words flood at thought of repeating When it’s no longer needed The words flood at the thought of repeating So let me see what you hide under there The table cloth, and all those pins in your hair So let me see what you hide under there The table cloth, and all those pins in your hair Go Shrugs fall off my shoulders just like ripples in sand And I'm finding it harder and harder to land Cause you’re the gravel in my knee Can you please help me clean up the floor To give me pity n’all The way that the colours have changed in your eyes When you call for more So let me see what you hide under there So let me see what you hide under there