I’m good for nothing baby
But cookin’ macaroni
Oh tell me that you feel the same
Like everything you do is lame
I’m good for nothing babe, I fail in vain
In my blood, in my brain
The years I had in high school
They tought me how to be a fool
But not to tell my left from right
Or how to win a backstreet fight
The only thing I was meant to do
Is loving you true
I’m a heavy handed lovin’ man
And my worries ain’t on the mend
By your heavy handed loving man
Would you stand?
I’m good for nothing baby
It’s written on my I.D
I’m speaking like my tongue’s all tied
My ignorance is ocean wide
I’m good for nothing and I wonder why
Why I was born to try
I’m a heavy handed lovin’ man
And my troubles ain’t on the mend
By your heavy handed loving man
Would you stand?
hear this very special prayer right
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