She ain't hard to recognize Dollar signs are in her eyes Diamond buckles on her little shoes My poor heart is feelin' sad To know that once she could be had If I'd had the price to pay her dues
Sold, sold, sold to the highest bidder Sold, sold, sold to the gold and glitter Going, going, going, going Gone
See the mansion on the hill The brand new shiny Coupe de Ville Bought and paid for by the upper classes The price is going up, up, up In searchin' for a bigger cup Her greedy little heart has lost it's glasses
Once upon a long, long time She clung to this heart of mine Simple pleasure was her only need Then a seed of discontent For her old environment Turned her gentle passion into greed
Sold, sold, sold to the highest bidder Sold, sold, sold to the gold and glitter Going, going, going, going Going, going, going, going GoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
