Vanilla Baby

(One, two, three, four) Today, I feel close to ill It seems to be alright Steady hands and steady feet I push you far behind Miles to go, I'm drifting slow This wholesome life of mine Mother told us not to go No fingers in the fire Alright I am only as good as you want me to be I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak I am only as good as you want me to be I don't know what I'm doing It's easy to see Pages after pages I write for me and no one else Standing tall, no brick in the wall I take care of myself Fickle is as fickle does As solitary links My, oh my, it's hard because she says just what she thinks I am only as good as you want me to be I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak I am only as good as you want me to be I don't know what I'm doing It's easy to see So pour it all on me Pour it all on me You know what Shower me with what you're giving Human behaviour forgotten Da da dum, da dum, dum dum Da da dum, da dum How can I be vanilla, baby? How can I be vanilla, baby? How can I be vanilla, baby? How can I be vanilla, baby?