Huntingfield
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They have his money, but I got the microphone.So hear me out, honey, before you walk out that door.He may have a diamond ring, I know.And a million other things that might sparkle in gold,But he don't, he don't have a soul.Ain't no room, not with all that gold.Just watch him turn to goldIt's pretty at a distanceA closest yellow metalJust waiting to be soldYou cannot buy what I gotWith your pretty yellow metalsHe will not kiss you gentlyI'll kiss you like candyUnwrap you like peppermintsI swear to you, honey, I can be held to thisHe may have a diamond ring, I knowAnd a million other things that just might sparkle in goldBut he don't, he don't have a soulAin't no room, not with all that goldJust watch him turn to goldIt's pretty at a distanceLetras de cancionesA closest yellow metalJust waiting to be soldYou cannot buy what I gotWith your pretty yellow metalsHe will not kiss you gentlyYou cannot buy what I got with your pretty yellow metalsThey will not make you happy
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