Satin Sheets

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 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