Boeijen Frank
In Kind
Gold diggers
You you want too much
Before the night is over
I drink too much
Then I become too open-hearted
He he do a dance for me
Give me your secrets
But don't ask what I do
Or what I feel or where I stand
Here in the darkness of the nightclub
Do you whisper my name
Are you looking for gold
Or for Lost Time
Am I looking for you
We will be looking
Gold diggers like us
I grew up
On the edge of the city
Where no one liked to go
Where no one owned anything
He he I talk way too much already< br/>I'm sorry for confiding in you
But something in you seems familiar to me
Where do you come from
Are you looking for gold
Or for the Lost Time
I will be looking for you
We will be looking for
Gold diggers like us