Текст песни Puller Return

One for thinking, one for organizing Gold, gold, gold Of course I'll return, of course you'll see me Time and time again, it's getting old Less time for stinking, and now despising Gold, gold, gold Gold, gold, gold Oh, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been something you said Oh, I just died in your arms tonight (2x) It must have been something you said Oh, I just died in your arms tonight [Assobios *.*]