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

Oh, I just died in your arms tonight

It must have been something you said

Oh, I just died in your arms tonight