Life holds nothing good for me Nothing good in store for me It’s been revealed My fate is sealed All my life I’ll be just a plaything
No matter how hard I try or cry I must play the part of a gay thing
Can’t save a dime Or do as I know I should Just wasting my time Not coming to any good They all say the same I’m good for nothing but love
Try to be sweet But I’m bound to be molested If I’m discreet Nobody is interested They make it plain I’m Good For Nothing But Love
All eyes keep leering and look wise And sneering when I try being just a friend How soon they forget me Right after they catch me And turn away to somebody they respect While I suffer from neglect
Maybe I’m worse than others Whose charm is mental Gee it’s a curse To make people sentimental Am I to blame? I’m good for nothing but love
Lips pressing me Hands caressing me Arms brushing me Seems I’ll go mad Men winking I know what they’re thinking I’m only good to be bad
Short ones, tall ones, Fat ones, small ones College high-flyers Out of town buyers I hate the liars
Wild parties and champagne Broadway, that gay lane You lured me, Assured me that i’d reach the top But I’m just a flop And now it’s too late to stop
Maybe I’m worse than others Whose charm is mental Gee it’s a curse To make people sentimental Am I to blame? I’m good for nothing but love