Somewhere in Sydney Rd

Wasn't always in the market
Back when she was lean
Became friends with a backhand she was only 13
And the relatives ignored her relatively all the time
Said she bumped in chairs and fell down stairs to keep her in line
An Goldie said to herself 'I cant wait till youth is done, when I'm rid of this whole family I'm going to see what I become'

She said we all want something old
Work for some thing new
But we secretly just want someone to tell us what to do

Chorus x1
Goldie they got you all tied up

She crawled out of the suburbs
She was on her hands and knees
An met a 6ft Mr who knew all formalities
She had a principle disposition but he purred just like a cat
He said 'my father's from the county I bet you can relate to that
He said 'Goldie I'm going to save you, I'm going to help you rise,
But first I'm going feed you put some loving on those thighs

Because we all want something old
Work for some thing new
But we secretly just want someone to tell us what to do

Chorus x2

Rolling with all their fantasies
Hot wax soft whips that pleasure scene
Blind folded men
With blinded dream
When success aint what its cracked to be
She's singing you can fall on me
Fulfilling every kind
But what do you mean

Now two decades in the business
Backhand point of sale
Said she rather flings with chained up kings than all day 'you've got mail'
New vintage leather family, latex friendly little friends
Said she screams at them for hours and the money just depends
On the detail of the evening
Requests of her power
Payment on arrival and you don't forget to shower

She said we all want something old
Work for some thing new
But we secretly just want someone to tell us what to do