| Everybody calls me good for nothing
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| Because I cannot tell the distance to a star
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| But I can tell the world how wonderful you are
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| I’m good for nothing but love
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| Night and day they call me good for nothing
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| Because I cannot name a single bird that flies
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| But I can write a book about your lovely eyes
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| I’m good for nothing but love
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| Fish in the sea are a mystery to me
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| And so is the moon and tide
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| Without of all these things my heart laughs and sings
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| Whenver you’re by my side (You sweet rascal you!)
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| I guess I’ll always be a good-for-nothing
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| A good-for-nothing can be good for something too
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| Because I heard you whisper, «Baby, I love ya!»
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| It proves to ya: I’m good for nothing but love |