Max Ferguson, Esther Canata - On the Outside, Looking In Lyrics

Choosing up the sides again, for the softball game at school
Sitting on the bench again, you feel like such a fool
They tell you that you're fat. They tell you that you're slow
They put you with the other misfits lined up in a row
They've got no room for losers, if they are gonna win
On the outside, looking in
Sitting in your party dress, you wait your turn to dance
Watching all the other guests, you never get a chance
You look into the mirror. You try to fix your hair
You step into the hallway, 'cause you need to get some air
Oh standing in the doorway, with a half a pint of gin
On the outside, looking in
Walking home, you pass a car, and by the dashboard light
You see a girl, you know from class, she holds her boyfriend tight
You stand there in the cold, just staring at her face
You'd die to have her style, and you'd kill, to take her place
If only they could see, the beauty hid within
On the outside, looking in
On the outside, looking in. On the outside, looking in. On the outside, looking in
On the outside, looking in. On the outside, looking in. On the outside, looking in
On the outside, looking in