Puller Return Songtext
von Gregory and the Hawk

One for thinking, one for organizing
Gold, gold, gold

Of course I′ll return, of course you'll see me
Time and time again, it′s getting old


Less time for stinking, and now despising
Gold, gold, gold
Gold, gold, gold

Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
Oh, I just died in your arms tonight