gold digger withdrawal pain
golden beach club house in the heart of california,davis told me there is where i need to meet him,the man of his words i suppose
it's glimmering in shades of orange and gold with sharks of silver glitter my purple beige dress standing out in town with gloomy eyes about to tear down
champagne,we don't drink cheap beer when meeting a man of town south he likes girls with taste and class.my bills aren't payed yet my house drowning in loan but champagne it is
one roll down the side the salty tear falling down my champagne tower davis was not the man of his words after all he found someone else in the town
and maybe with this tear
i realised the real secret of gold
be a woman, a woman of class.
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