In so many words,
I can’t have an original thought
to save my life.
I put all of my eggs in one basket,
and end up walking on eggshells.
I put my foot in my mouth
to hold my tongue.
And I try not to beat around bushes,
or bark up trees,
but it’s no walk in the park,
and drastic times call for drastic measures.
And I heard through the grapevine that
every cloud has a silver lining,
but I’m feeling a little under the weather,
and it’s hard to see eye-to-eye
with the wool over mine.
And it might be the best thing since sliced bread,
and a piece of cake,
but i’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
I’m trying to stay on the ball,
but it’s in your court,
and I think we can all agree,
you are out of my league.