There's a stack of stilettos,
my high pile of dresses
By the door to your closet,
all no's and no yes's
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 there'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 French 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,
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 there'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