Golden
Well here she comes
Walking down the street
She holds you in her hands
She's got you crawling at her feet
Well here she comes
Looking like a bomb
She owns these roads
She explodes then she's gone
She rolls in clover
Four leaves for her
I'd tell her two times over
But she's too pure and golden
Yeah She is golden
She can't be sold yeah
If I was bolder
I'd sell my soul to hold her
She is holding court
She can read your thoughts
You hang on every word
You wanna be in her world
She has an entourage
She has her sycophants
You wanna be her man
But you stand no chance
She is hot
She is soft
She is roll
She is rock
She is cream
She is free
She is sky
She is sea
She is golden golden golden
Golden golden golden golden
She's is gold yeah
She rolls in clover
(Well here she comes)
Four leaves for her
(Walking down the street)
I'd tell her two times over
(Well here she comes)
But she's too pure and golden
(Looking like a bomb)
Yeah She is golden
(Well here she comes)
She can't be sold yeah
(Walking down the street)
If I was bolder
(Well here she comes)
I'd sell my soul to hold her
(Looking like a bomb)
Yeah She is golden
(Looking like a bomb
Walking down the street
She holds you in her hands
She's got you crawling at her feet
Well here she comes
Looking like a bomb
She owns these roads
She explodes then she's gone
She rolls in clover
Four leaves for her
I'd tell her two times over
But she's too pure and golden
Yeah She is golden
She can't be sold yeah
If I was bolder
I'd sell my soul to hold her
She is holding court
She can read your thoughts
You hang on every word
You wanna be in her world
She has an entourage
She has her sycophants
You wanna be her man
But you stand no chance
She is hot
She is soft
She is roll
She is rock
She is cream
She is free
She is sky
She is sea
She is golden golden golden
Golden golden golden golden
She's is gold yeah
She rolls in clover
(Well here she comes)
Four leaves for her
(Walking down the street)
I'd tell her two times over
(Well here she comes)
But she's too pure and golden
(Looking like a bomb)
Yeah She is golden
(Well here she comes)
She can't be sold yeah
(Walking down the street)
If I was bolder
(Well here she comes)
I'd sell my soul to hold her
(Looking like a bomb)
Yeah She is golden
(Looking like a bomb
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Writer(s): David Griffiths, Indie Pose
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