LYRICS
I feel at home on the sidelines
Turned my wreckage to tunes long ago
And in my old age, I know I have means
To be the girls second tamborinist
Stop kicking them up
Even in the dreams
Couldn't play them things right
Even in my dreams
No, it was no passing phase
No, I'm no good at nothing
Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
Baby, I'm no good at nothing
Mom got tired of tearing to pieces
'Good job' signs 'fore I'd come home to see 'em
Construction paper couldn't construct
And my magic markers just weren't magic enough
Use my charm and my honey to shake off my stuff
And I learned the last notes making edges unrough
Can't do nothing for a lemon who's begged for a squeeze
But my spoonfuls of sugar will make you weak in the knees
I couldn't get nothing out before giving up
But I got that deer in headlights look locked up
No, it was no passing phase
No, I'm no good at nothing
Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
Baby, I'm no good at nothing
No, it was no passing phase
No, I'm no good at nothing
Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
Baby, I'm no good at nothing
No, it was no passing phase
No, I'm no good at nothing
Oh no, I'm just too sweet to go passing on by
Baby, I'm no good at nothing