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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, crying 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 youâre not happy So I guess Iâm 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... |