The Dogs D'Amour - Gold lyrics

New York is so far away You got to feel so safe Baby, I'll be back someday Paris, France so dull and grey You got to get that way Baby, I'll be back someday Stuff all you have for me Stuff your 22 carat fantasies Oh baby, nothin' turns to gold Like a knife concealed in her spine Her eyes' got it all but she ain't got time Baby, I'll be back someday Stuff all you have for me Your 22 carat fantasies Oh baby, nothin' turns to gold New York is so far away You got to feel so safe Baby, I'll be back someday Stuff all you have for me Your 22 carat fantasies Baby, I'll be back someday