Golden Girl

[Spoken:]
Our love was the greatest party ever thrown
We had it all: youth, beauty, fame, fortune
Everyone wanted to be us
We were moving too fast, spending more than we had
So wrapped up in our image that we sold our souls to pay the damage
And it all seemed so glamorous
That is until you're looking in the mirror
And you don't recognize the girl with the bobbed hair, short shimmery dress, and bloodshot eyes staring back at you

Southern belle, born and raised
Daddy said "stay away"
I rebelled, I fell for a Yankee
Blinded by pretty things
Like that emerald wedding ring
Too late to save me

Short-lived like the jazz age
New York City fast pace
Headline newspapers
High like skyscrapers
Damn these diamonds, take these pearls
I can't be your golden girl

Party life, social scene
All the fellows whistling
You said to me "baby we made it"
Oh but colors fade, music stops
Everything we had is lost
You and the money wasted

Short-lived like the jazz age
New York City fast pace
Headline newspapers
High like skyscrapers
Damn these diamonds, take these pearls
I can't be your golden girl
No, I can't be your golden girl

Fame and the fortune it don't mean a thing
If you don't have love
Fame and the fortune it all goes away
When you don't have love

Short-lived like the jazz age
New York City fast pace
Headline newspapers
High like skyscrapers
Damn these diamonds, take these pearls
I can't be your golden
Damn these diamonds, take these pearls
I can't be your golden girl
No, I can't be your golden girl
I can't be your golden girl