We’re born naked . . .
We shower naked . . .
We get naked for doctors and masseurs
Our bathroom mirror doesn’t care if we’re naked
With a lover, we want to be naked
Everyone’s naked on the inside
We’re naked when nobody wants us
Not knowing what is say is naked
Saying the wrong thing is naked
Striking out is naked
Soul-searching is naked
Truth is, most of us are naked most of the time
To get anywhere, you have to let it all hang out
Artists are naked on the canvas
Writers are naked on the page
Musicians make love to every note
Actors have no clothes, only costumes
Being dressed doesn’t mean you’re covered
People see through us all the time
Why is truth naked and lies colorful?
Clothes don’t make the man or the woman
A friend won’t make you feel naked
An enemy hopes to catch you naked
Naked at work; naked in the grocery store; naked running down the street–what’s your naked dream?
Bald is head-naked
Mooning is butt-naked
Mardi Gras is dance-in-the-street naked
Skinny dip, anyone?
Bottom line: Prudes come and prudes go–naked stays
So here’s the real question:
If beauty is skin-deep, what’s naked?