Gold-Digger


Bunga bunga!

Poor cheap Ruby is a little gem,
she knows di-a-monds are a girl’s best friend.
Old, good, bad or ugly – strikes while the iron’s hot!
Steals (steels) the key to his heart the big money shot.

She don’t min(e)d, when she hits pay dirt.
She does what it takes – she’s a gold-digger.

[Ho. Hi-ho. Hi-ho. Hi-ho-o-o]
Golden smile. Golden hair. She’s no Snow White. She’s a gold-digger.
Half-dead or-ugly, she don’t care. She’ll scratch your itch. Yeah she’s a gold-digger.

Stolen the limelight, watch her break the ice.
Coilin’ soft boa thighs, battin’ honey-trap eyes.
Silky-smooth she whispers ooooh she don’t cost much.
Ounze-for-ounze her flesh craving a Midas-touch.

Filthy lucre, work’s a dirty word.
Make no mistake – she’s a gold-digger.

Golden smile. Golden hair. She’s no Snow White. She’s a gold-digger.
Oh so “precious”, oh so “rare”. Don’t seek true love, ‘cos she’s a gold-digger.

She’s got you by the nuggets.

SOLO

All that g(a)l-litters, isn’t gold.
What’s spar-kling now, too soon grows old.
It’s-a fool’s gold rush, don’t stake a claim!
You’ll wind up jerkin’ your own golden chain.

No dough, no bread? No family silver.
Let them eat cake! She’s a gold-digger.

Golden handcuffs. Graces and airs. She’ll bleed you white. She’s a gold-digger.
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Golden showers. Billionaires beware. It’s not your vault (hehe). She’s a gold-digger.

©20.8.2013 Andrew Robert Chapman

Sweet young Ruby is a little gem,
… gold standard …
Take all the credit and get Hell to pay.
What’s spar-ar-kling now, will soon grow old.
Easy money, she’s a dirty girl.
You’ve got no bread, but why should you care?
X X X, life ain’t fair. X X X ‘cos she’s a gold-digger.
X X X, you’re down there. X X X ‘cos she’s a gold-digger.
Might seem precious, ain’t as rare. Puts the go in gold. Yeah she’s a gold-digger.
What’s yours is hers, what’s hers is hers

Sweet little Ruby partied-to-the bitter end.
Girls should know di-a-monds are their best friend.
No money no honey –
Got no love nor money,
She’s got no means, but a (wet) dream to sell.

A wet-dream to sell to a man with pepper-and-salt.

She steals the limelight, then she breaks the ice.
Steal the key to his heart, yeah! Then rob his vault!
Steals (steels) the key to his heart to unlock his vault.
Steals (steels) the key to his heart or pick (pickaxe) his vault.
No dough, no bread? Why should you care?
Do what it takes, like a gold-digger.
No dough, no bread? But you don’t care.
No dough, no bread? But a great figure.
No dough, no bread, so go figure.
No dough, no bread? Yeah, go figure!
Let them eat cake – she’s a gold-digger.


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