Now you once told me I was good for nothing
You couldn't live on my dreams and crystal balls
But his money couldn't buy you my loving
So I guess I'm good for something after all

Slide off of your satin sheets
Slip down from your lonely street
You know where to find my door
I know what you're cry, cry - ing for

You once told me I was good for nothing
You had to live in style in marble halls
But still with all of that youāre not happy
So I guess Iām good for something after all

Slide off of your satin sheets
Slip down to my lonely street
You know where to find my door
And I know what you're cry crying for