Your hair shines like gold, says my child.
You are pretty old, says my child.
And I think to myself how I used to be.
There's another wrinkle that I see.
Then he takes my hand and smiles at me. (Amber (pop star))

Your hair shines like gold, says my child. You are pretty old, says my child. And I think to myself how I used to be. There's another wrinkle that I see. Then he takes my hand and smiles at me.

Amber (pop star)

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