From a chevy to a Lincoln
From paper shades to curtains
From neon lights to chrystal chandaliers
From cut glass to diamonds
Up that ladder she's climbing
Crying golden tears
(Girl part)
Well, I traded in my Levi's for high heels and flowing gowns
(Guy part
And the parties, And the swimming pools,
And the scenic view of town.
Now she once told me, she didn't need love
And that money would see her through the years.
(Girl part)
Tha's the last time, that I saw him
In my eyes full of golden tears.
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Two:
(Guy)
Well now her picture is in the papers
At country clubs with lots and lots of good times.
(Girl)
But my smile is artificial
Because the story is between the lines.
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