Cindy Gold
Pack your bags, coming home
In the inner line you know
Take my hand, Cindy Gold
Take my hand, don’t let go
Follow me, to the top
Going through the hard knock
Take my hand, Cindy Gold
Let us go to rock ‘n’ roll
CHORUS:
If I get a woman like that
I’ll never look back
If I get a woman like that
I’ll never look back
Call me back on the phone
while you are all alone
Don’t give up, times are close
You’ll never leave me
Sing my songs, take my tunes
Make the words ring
inside my head, inside my mind
I want you all to sing
CHORUS
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