Gold Songtext
von Daniel Rateuke & Awen

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