Gold lyrics

Those trucks in the street
Is it really Monday
Time to find some trouble again
Make a bid for romance
While the dollar stands a chance
Dumb love in the city at century's end

We tap to this line
Dancing on a mirror
There's no disbelief to suspend
It's the dance, it's the dress
She's a concept more or less
Dumb love in the city at century's end

(At century's end)
Nobody's holding out for heaven

Worry the bottle, mama, it's grapefruit wine
Kick off your high heel sneakers, it's party time
The girls don't seem to care what's on
As long as they play 'till dawn
Nothin' but blues and Elvis
And somebody else's favorite song

Give her some funked up music, she treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae, she'll love you twice
The girls don't seem to care tonight