She was the gold rush By all means, she can get ahead of herself I'll already be there I'll already be there to meet her She's no traitor I've got no chaser (She doesn't love) Anything for herself But for me she goes way in, way in

When she loves me When my baby loves me, She lays it all on the line. When she loves me, Her hair is red And her eyes are green She's soft and tender But she can be mean She knows what it takes to keep me