Golden Girl
**
*- Our love was the greatest party ever thrown, we had it all, Youth, Beauty, Fame, Fortune, everyone wanted to be us. We were moving too fast, spending more than we had, so wrapped up in our image that we sold our soles to pay the damage. And it all seems so glamourous, that is until you're looking in the mirror and you dont recognise the girl with the bobbed hair, short shimmery dress and the bloodshot eyes staring back at you.-*
Song-
Southern Belle born and raised,
Daddy said stay away,
I rebelled, I fell,
For a Yankee
Blinded by pretty things,
like that emerald wedding ring
Too late, to save me
Short lived like the jazz age,
New York city
Fast-paced,
Headlining newspapers,
High like sky scrapers,
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I cant be your golden girl.
Party life, social scene
All the fellas whistling,
You said to me
Baby we made it, oh
Colours fade,
Music stops,
Everything we had is lost.
You, and the money,
Wasted.
Short lived like the jazz age
New York city
Fast-paced
Headlining Newspapers
High like sky scrapers
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I cant be your golden girl.
Fame and a fortune
It dont mean a thing
If you dont have love,
The fame and the fortune
It all goes away
when you dont have love,
Short lived like the jazz age,
New York city
Fast paced
Headlining newspapers
High like sky scrapers,
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I can't be your golden
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I cant be your golden girl
No i cant be your golden girl,
I cant be your golden girl.
*- Our love was the greatest party ever thrown, we had it all, Youth, Beauty, Fame, Fortune, everyone wanted to be us. We were moving too fast, spending more than we had, so wrapped up in our image that we sold our soles to pay the damage. And it all seems so glamourous, that is until you're looking in the mirror and you dont recognise the girl with the bobbed hair, short shimmery dress and the bloodshot eyes staring back at you.-*
Song-
Southern Belle born and raised,
Daddy said stay away,
I rebelled, I fell,
For a Yankee
Blinded by pretty things,
like that emerald wedding ring
Too late, to save me
Short lived like the jazz age,
New York city
Fast-paced,
Headlining newspapers,
High like sky scrapers,
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I cant be your golden girl.
Party life, social scene
All the fellas whistling,
You said to me
Baby we made it, oh
Colours fade,
Music stops,
Everything we had is lost.
You, and the money,
Wasted.
Short lived like the jazz age
New York city
Fast-paced
Headlining Newspapers
High like sky scrapers
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I cant be your golden girl.
Fame and a fortune
It dont mean a thing
If you dont have love,
The fame and the fortune
It all goes away
when you dont have love,
Short lived like the jazz age,
New York city
Fast paced
Headlining newspapers
High like sky scrapers,
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I can't be your golden
Damn these diamonds
Take these pearls
I cant be your golden girl
No i cant be your golden girl,
I cant be your golden girl.
Credits
Writer(s): Margaret Chapman
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