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Artiste:
Meghan Patrick
Titre:
Golden Child
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If I could send a letter back in time To younger me in her wilder days A daydreamer with her head in the sky And always learning the hard way I bet she'd think she knows better than me But that's just part of her charm Nah, you couldn't tell her anything Nothing stubborn as her and her heart But I'd tell her while you're reaching for the stars Just be careful what you wish for honey You never know it might come true Don't be tempted by the easy money It might cost more than you're willing to lose The same thing that takes the edge off It can take the shine off after a while So wear your diamonds on the inside 'Cause everything that glitters ain't golden, child They're gonna love you for the things you do But not for who you are So don't go trading in your ride or dies For the cool kids down at the bar The time will come when you fall in lust And it'll look like love Until it knocks you right down in the dust But know that you'll get back up Yeah, know that you're more than enough Just be careful what you wish for honey You never know it might come true Don't be tempted by the easy money It might cost more than you're willing to lose The same thing that takes the edge off It can take the shine off after a while So wear your diamonds on the inside 'Cause everything that glitters ain't golden, child Just be careful what you wish for honey You never know it might come true Don't be tempted by the easy money It might cost more than you're willing to lose The same thing that takes the edge off It can take the shine off after a while So wear your diamonds on the inside 'Cause everything that glitters ain't golden, child Everything that glitters ain't golden, child If I could send a letter back in time To younger me in her wilder days I'd let her know that she's doing just fine And everything's gonna be ok