eyes of marble, beautiful and cold with specks of gold- -reflecting the light of your smile, reflecting the warmth of your burning heart.
california gold rush, then for you it was over.
her gold heart radiates a heat you’ve never felt but only ‘cause you’re putting it through the fires of your passions. you couldn’t break it if you tried--but you try just the same.
california gold rush, then for you it was evened.
dear prospector, you mine; you pan you search use dynamite to find a truth that will leave your poor smoldering heart as empty as before.