Gold

My favorite dress is gone My hair with the Gloves I comb Not available when he called Bad habit Tomorrow I'm twenty-four This town just Moving on And my heels won't let me fall Deep habits Deep, Deep, deep No More I won't get married because I'm bored And There's no one around at all Keep dancing Tomorrow I'm twenty-four My house will Be filled with gold Leave this place that I Call my own Good Evening Good, Good, I'm Good, Good Wandering alone to stroll In my dress that shines I go Oh, you'd never paid for No, No