Goldie

Somewhere in Sydney Rd

Wasn't always in the market

Back when she was lean

Became friends with a backhand she was only 13

And the relatives ignored her relatively all the time

Said she bumped in chairs and fell down stairs to keep her in line

An Goldie said to herself 'I cant wait till youth is done, when I'm rid of this whole family I'm going to see what I become'

She said we all want something old

Work for some thing new

But we secretly just want someone to tell us what to do

Chorus x1

Goldie they got you all tied up

She crawled out of the suburbs

She was on her hands and knees

An met a 6ft Mr who knew all formalities

She had a principle disposition but he purred just like a cat

He said 'my father's from the county I bet you can relate to that

He said 'Goldie I'm going to save you, I'm going to help you rise,

But first I'm going feed you put some loving on those thighs

Because we all want something old

Work for some thing new

But we secretly just want someone to tell us what to do

Chorus x2

Rolling with all their fantasies

Hot wax soft whips that pleasure scene

Blind folded men

With blinded dream

When success aint what its cracked to be

She's singing you can fall on me

Fulfilling every kind

But what do you mean

Now two decades in the business

Backhand point of sale

Said she rather flings with chained up kings than all day 'you've got mail'

New vintage leather family, latex friendly little friends

Said she screams at them for hours and the money just depends

On the detail of the evening

Requests of her power

Payment on arrival and you don't forget to shower

She said we all want something old

Work for some thing new

But we secretly just want someone to tell us what to do