Inside Out

Inside Out
(Fredrik Saroea)

You turn me inside out
You turn me inside out
Just like you wash all your t-shirts
You turn me inside out
You turn me inside out
Like a reversible golf skirt
You turn me inside out
You turn me inside out
Just like McFly pulled his pockets
You turn me inside out
You turn me inside out
Pulling my eyes from their sockets
Don't treat me like I'm haut couture
You're not a dame and I am not a sir
I'm what you wear when you're turning upside down
And round and round
You turn me inside out
You turn me inside out
Just like a bag flagged a customs
You turn me inside out
You turn me inside out
Just like the cops when they bust 'em
Don't treat me like I'm haut couture
You're not a dame and I am not a sir
I'm what you wear when you're turning upside down
...and round and round
Don't eat me like petit hors d'oeuvres
Or treat me like premiere reserves
I'm what you binge when you getting drunk
And the syringe when you've gotten stunk
No, I am everything you ever craved
Now you'll never ever walk alone
You're the reason why I was saved
I'm the one you'll be counting on
And you knew it all a long
Just clean me up
Gimmy me a press
I'll hold you in my arms whenever you're a mess
Just send me 'round on another spin
Crank up the dryer and you throw me in
I'm a kind of love of many names
And I'm the kind of trouble that will always stay the same
I'm not your haut couture
And I am no premiere reserve
I'm what you binge when you're gettin' drunk
And the syringe when you've gotten stunk
You turn me inside out
You turn me inside out
You're like a chest bursting alien