Gold Songtext
von All the Saints

So you want to whine about your Gold
Go tell your teacher that you′re cold
She'll see you lying on the floor
Oh and there′s more so frame it like a theme we know
Push your friends to a show
Then shove them out the door
Don't act boy like you need me
Then get up boy & leave me Gold is what they're telling me I chose
Watch & see where it all goes
End the end there′s so much more
And so go tell your teacher that you′re cold
While we all whine about our gold
She'll catch us lying on the floor
Don′t act boy like you need me
Then get up boy and leave me