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And I love her soI wouldn't trade her for goldWalking on moonbeamsI was born with a silver spoonHell I'm gonna be meGonna be freeWalking on moonbeamsAnd staring out to seaAnd if a door be closedThen a row of homes start buildingAnd tear your curtains downFor sunlight is like goldHell you better be youDo what you can doWalking on moonbeamsAnd staring out to sea'Cause if your skin was soilHow long do you think before they'd start diggingAnd if your life was goldHow long do you think you'd stay livingAnd I love her soI wouldn't trade her for gold From Letras Mania