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GOLD DIGGER

He was the kind of guy that made you check your purse,
Pulled his hat down low as he kicked the dirt.
His teeth were shiny and his eyes were cold,
Shot left to right as he dug for gold.
His tie was tight and his cuffs were clean.
He was the sharpest guy that I'd ever seen.

Gold digger — be was a gold digger - digging it up.
(twice)

She was the kind of girl that turned every eye,
Strutting like a cat (be)cause her heels were high.
Her jewellery rattled as she sat at the bar,
Waiting for a man with a big fast car.
Her skin was tanned from the southern sun.
She was digging for gold so you'd better run.

Gold digger - she was a gold digger - digging it up.
(twice)

He was the kind of guy that made you cross the street.
A scar on his face, he had two big feet.
His suit hung loose, he was big, he was mean,
A gun in his pocket and a blade in his sleeve.
Looking for action - a time and a place.
You'd better watch out, don't get in his way.

Gold digger - he was a gold digger - digging it up.
(twice)

She was the kind of lady made you straighten your tie,
Dressed in black with a cool clear eye.
Her diamond rings they were so discreet,
With short black hair that was combed so neat.
In her bag is a telephone
To see how stocks and shares have grown.

Gold digger - she was a gold digger - digging it up.
(twice)