No Gold Digger - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

A little cash was took off me

While I lay there comfortably

I wouldn’t move to stop her theft

Her deft hand moved across my chest

She stole a glance, and stole a sigh

With her eye pressed up against my eye

The heat of her against my face

The little dead girl, the little fish

I heard the horns in the square play

At the end, at the end of the day

While boys and girls did promenade

In the room I stayed with her

I knew she wouldn’t steal from me

Yeh, she lay there trustworthy

No gold digger, tonight with me

She gripped me goldly, and naively

The horns died down, and thunder cracked

As I rolled over on my back

She still lay just to my right

And I to her left, to her left that night