What a beautiful mansion he built youStrander, Lord, you've got it wall to wallAnd yet, with all of that, you're still not happyCause every time he's gone, I get your callSlide off your satin sheetsSlip into your long soft bootsYou know I'm not a foolYou know where to find my doorAnd I know what you're crying forSlide off of your satin sheetsSlip into your long soft bootsYou know where to find my doorAnd I know what you're crying forBaby, you once told me I was good for nothingAnd you couldn't live on dreams and crystal ballsHis money buys you everythingBut my lovin'So I guess I'm good for something after allSlide off your satin sheetsSlip into your long soft bootsYou know where to find my doorAnd I know what you're crying forSlide off of your satin sheetsSlip into your long soft bootsYou know where to find my doorAnd I know what you're crying foryou know where to find my doorThank you.