| I have almost ev’ry thing a human could desire, |
| Cars and houses, bear-skin rugs to lie before my fire |
| But there’s something missing, |
| Something isn’t there, |
| It seems I’m never kissing the one whom I care for. |
| I want Something To Live For |
| Someone to make my life an adventurous dream |
| Oh, what wouldn’t I give for |
| Someone who’d take my life |
| And make it seem gay as they say it ought to be. |
| Why can’t I have love like that brought to me? |
| My eye is watching the noon crowds |
| Searching the promenades seeking a clue |
| To the one who will someday be my |
| Something To Live For. |
| I want Something To Live For |
| Someone to make my life an adventurous dream |
| Oh, what wouln’t I give for |
| Someone who’d take my life |
| And make it seem gay as they say it ought to be. |
| Why can’t I have love like that brought to me? |
| My eye is watching the noon crowds |
| Searching the promenades seeking a clue |
| To the one who will someday be my Something To Live For. |