Step on the stage, the lights, the praise The curtain calls and the big parade You know that life all too well
The promise, the pain, the valor, the rage Hold up your hands for the bow and the wave You know its touch a little too well
You throw yourself into their arms Mistresses have all the fun But no one's ever there to take you home
Box up your gloves and your down coats Bound for the sun and the west coast Where upper-crust tragedies abound
A tip for the girl at the coat check The guy at the door and the bar back They know your face oh so well
But movies never made you famous All your dreams got lost or traded And all you ever cared about got lost
But you were surely still an actress All the men would find attractive And all you ever dreamed of was the clost
Where there's gold, there's a gold digger. Where there's gold, there's a gold digger. Where there's gold, there's a gold digger. Where there's gold, there's a gold digger. Where there's gold, there's a gold digger. Where there's gold, there's a gold digger.
You throw yourself into their arms Mistresses have all the fun But no one's ever there to take you home
Compositor: Christopher Andrew Carrabba (Christopher Carrabba) ECAD: Obra #32837345 Fonograma #12630369