Woorden:
Een Hart Van Goud

Where will I find a treasure Like the love from a heart of gold? Ever trusting and sweet And awaiting my pleasure, Rain or shine, hot or cold. Wealth

: This time her mind is made up Yeah, she's moving on Tonight her spirit's crushed It's 'cause she don't belong Maybe she thinks too much She thinks

This time her mind is made up Yeah, she's moving on Tonight her spirit's crushed It's 'cause she don't belong Maybe she thinks too much She thinks she