I'll choose your smile instead of gold
'Cause your smile makes my days turn cold
So let me see you give the sweetest smile
Making me go crazy and wild
I'll hold your hand instead of paper money
'Cause you mean more to me honey
Bring me to heaven, a happy place
Where I'll never lose a chance to see your face
2010
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