nothing looks good on you (b stage) Lyrics by Tyler Braden
There’s a stack of stilettos
Mile-high pile of dresses
By the door to your closet
All no’s and no yeses
You’re so damn frustrated
And honey, I hate it
But don’t go getting mad
When I come out and say it
Nothing looks good on you
Not sorry, just telling the truth
That all that I hear is good news
You can wear out whatever you choose
‘Cause it’s nothing on what you’ve got on
It’s all in how you pull it off
Darling, please don’t get me wrong
‘Cause from my point of view
Nothing, nothing looks good on you
That darker green dress
You know, the one with the fringe
Leather jacket and blue jeans
Baby, I’m in
But I can see that you’re torn
Thinking maybe this ain’t it
Throwing it to the floor
And putting on my favorite
Oh, nothing looks good on you
Not sorry, just telling the truth
That all that I hear is good news
You can wear out whatever you choose
‘Cause it’s nothing on what you’ve got on
It’s all in how you pull it off
Darling, please don’t get me wrong
‘Cause from my point of view
Nothing, nothing looks good on you