Doin' What Comes Natur'lly - Buck Clayton

Why was I born?

Why am I livin'?

What do I get?

What am I givin'?

Why do I want for things I dare not hope for?

What can I hope for?

I wish I knew!

Why do I try to draw you near me?

Why do I cry?

You never hear me

I’m a poor fool, but what can I do?

Oh, baby, why was I born to love you?