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 you�re not happy
so i guess i�m 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