Why Was I Born? — Ella Fitzgerald

Spending these lonesome evenings With nothing to do But to live in dreams that i make up All by myself

Dreaming that you're beside me I picture the prettiest stories Only to wake up All by myself

What is the good of me by myself?

Why was i born Why am i living What do i get What am i giving

Why do i want a thing I daren't hope for What can i hope for I wish i knew

Why do i try To draw you near me Why do i do i cry You never hear me

I'm a poor fool But what can i do Why was i born To love you

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I'm a poor fool But what can i do Why was i born To love you