She went to the city,
Moved to the girlfriend
Annie and Jamie, the
Hey Annie Bliss, out the
With Jamie the fair child
What will they say back home?
How will she make it alone?
She's never coming back home, home, home
Get thelike rich of the both us
And drop you to Saint Jones
Like he was from Bremen
Show me my world
Like he was from Bremen
The fashion wake up
I've got raw talent
But he does more,
Rich deposits, like guardian angel
I'm a gold sister so true
Sweet golden brown
I'm goldenyou, you, you.
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