She's a girl who likes her living
Never tired of always giving
Faceless men pay for the pleasure
And the nights go on and onWalking the street
For a handful of money
Love don't come cheap
With a heart of goldShe's indiscreet
But to me, girl, it's funny
They pay for the love of a girl
With a pure heart of goldShe ain't hungry for a lover
When it's over, there's another
Loneliness won't be a problem
When the nights go on and onWalking the street
For a handful of money
Love don't come cheap
With a heart of goldShe's indiscreet
But to me, girl, it's funny
They pay for the love of a girl
With a pure heart of goldBut something about her makes me cry
The light is fading from her eyes
Memories of girlish purity
Where love surrendersAnd the nights go on and onWalking the street
For a handful of money
Love don't come cheap
With a heart of goldShe's indiscreet
But to me, girl, it's funny
They pay for the love of a girl
With a pure heart of goldWhen they pay for the love of the girl
With a pure heart of gold, no, heart of gold, no
When they pay for the love of the girl
With a pure heart of gold, no, heart of goldOh, no, no
When they pay for the love of the girl
With a pure heart of gold, heart of gold
She's a girl who likes her living
Songwriters
CLARK DATCHLERPublished by
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