Heart Of Gold - Johnny Hates Jazz, Mike Nocito, Clark Datchler

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 on

Walking the streets

For a handful of money

Love don’t come cheap

With a heart of gold

She’s indiscreet

But to me, girl, it’s funny

That they pay for the love

Of a girl with a pure

Heart of gold

She 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 on

But something about her makes me cry

The light is fading from her eyes

Memories of girlish purity

Where love surrenders

…And the nights go on and on