Fool’s Gold Songtext
von Elli Ingram

I′m at your house (House)
You're on the couch (Couch)
I′m in the kitchen
Boy, you never listen
Ain't you tired of takin'?
′Cause I′m tired of givin'
My jaw is achin′

Don't you know?
You could just pick me a rose
Share some chips and dip our toes
I don′t need no fancy clothes
You could teach me how to roll
Share your Becky and your Crow
I don't need no Belaire Rose


It don′t mean shit (It don't mean shit)
If you don't kiss my lips, babe
It don′t mean shit (It don′t mean shit)
If you won't hold my hips, babe
I love the gold quilts and patterns
Diamonds and platters
The selfies don′t matter
Our love's in a casket
Our love is a hazard (Yeah, yeah)
Our love′s in a casket

I'm in your bed (Bed)
You′re in my head (Head)
I had some things to say
But you told me to drop it
Like you always do
Well, I'm just bein' honest
It don′t take much at all

Don′t you know?
You could just pick me a rose
Share some chips and dip our toes
I don't need no fancy clothes
You could teach me how to roll
Share your Becky and your Crow
I don′t need Don Julio
(I don't need Don Julio)


It don′t mean shit (It don't mean shit)
If you don′t kiss my lips, babe
It don't mean shit (It don't mean shit)
If you won′t hold my hips, babe
I love the gold quilts and patterns
Diamonds and platters
The selfies don′t matter
Our love's in a casket
Our love is a hazard