Chris Kirby - Pot of Gold

Well, it might
Just be the red wine
Or the reverend Green preachin' atcha
Spinning a sermon through the scratches
But judging by
Goosebumps on your thighs
Your motor is fired up and runnin'
I press my luck, I push your buttons

Oh baby
You still got it
Oh baby
I get excited

I get ahead of myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold
I can't help myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold

Well it feels like
Just like the first time
When I was chocolate in your hands
Melting through the cracks
And I still melts for ya
Anytime you say you wanna
Oooh baby
I can't say it out loud
Dammit, I'm down

Mamma
You still got it
Oh baby
I get excited

I get ahead of myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold
I can't help myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold

Now don't
Misunderstand
I'm not
That kind of man
I take your colours seriously
I'm just trying to tell ya
How ya
Make a rich man out of me

I get ahead of myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold
I can't help myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold

I get ahead of myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold
I can't help myself
Your body is a rainbow
Take me to your pot of gold

Written by:
Chris Kirby

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