I am a miners daughter. I am a gold panners' wife.
He is busy gold panning while I run around the forest enjoying nature.
Left alone, of no interest, no comparison to the prospect of gold.
As I sit here naked, I wish that I was an interesting as the prospect of gold.
I wish my gold were being sifted from the sands, with his hands.
I am pure gold, why can't he see.
He bought the claim, he has the deed.
But my gold goes unnoticed, as does my needs.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
I am a miners daughter. I am a gold panners' wife.
He is busy gold panning while I run around the forest enjoying nature.
Left alone, of no interest, no comparison to the prospect of gold.
As I sit here naked, I wish that I was an interesting as the prospect of gold.
I wish my gold were being sifted from the sands, with his hands.
I am pure gold, why can't he see.
He bought the claim, he has the deed.
But my gold goes unnoticed, as does my needs.
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