Gold Songtext
von The Dogs D’Amour

GOLD

New York is so far away
You got to feel so safe
Baby, I'll be back someday
Paris, France so dull and grey
You got to get that way
Baby, I'll be back someday

Stuff all you have for me
Stuff your 22 carat fantasies
Oh baby, nothin' turns to gold


Like a knife concealed in her spine
Her eyes' got it all but she ain't got time
Baby, I'll be back someday

Stuff all you have for me
Your 22 carat fantasies
Oh baby, nothin' turns to gold

New York is so far away
You got to feel so safe
Baby, I'll be back someday

Stuff all you have for me
Your 22 carat fantasies
Baby, I'll be back someday