Gold
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Lyrics
What you see, is what you get ♪ My roots, it's kind of aching My mind is kind of sore My streets sometimes dirty The crowd wants some more My body a collision Of pride and control Underneath my red dress A skin made of gold Made of gold ♪ What you see, is what you get What you see, is what you get, get, get... ♪ My roots, it's kind of aching My mind, kind of sore Underneath my red dress A skin made of gold Made of gold ♪ I see a woman, with a soul I see a city, no one controls
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Song Details
- Duration
- 06:01
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 122 BPM