Lletres: Gilbert Osullivan. For What It's Worth.

I feel so strange here on my own
She's out with her friends while me I don't have one
Every time I have some she would make them all disperse
Yet I love her with all of my heart for what it's worth

She said had I been more careful with her
We wouldn't have had to get married quite so quick
She never wanted kids, hates the thought of giving birth
Yet I worship the ground she walks upon for what it's worth

I don't know what I can say, perhaps it's just a passing phase
Nothing worse than being in love with one who isn't
If I've hurt her I'll admit, I'll apologize for it
Even if what she says I did, I didn't

I give her the bulk of my weekly pay
She takes it without even thanking me one bit
And I've worked hard for it so a thank you wouldn't hurt
Yet I love her with all of my heart for what it's worth

I don't ask for very much, I'm not one to make a fuss
In fact the less said is for me so much the better
Maybe I should be more strong, tell her straight "Look, what's going on?"
But if I do that she might leave me altogether

Oh, I've been high up and I've been low
But lately the latter is so far out ahead
I wish I were dead, she treats me like I was dirt
Yet I love her with all of my heart for what it's worth

Yes I love her with all of my heart for what it's worth
Yes I love her with all of my heart for what it's worth
For what it's worth