Pure Platinum Pleasure
She'll lay your soul to waste.
She's pure platinum pleasure, she's a sure head of steam, a honest-to-goodness chest of treasure, why, she's every young man's dream.She's topped off full of passion, bound to make you groan, she's in, chic, all the fashion, her love is just for loan. Oh oh girl, you're such a cold gold digger. Cold cold girl, you need your gold like liquor. Broken hearts, like flames that barely flicker, you lay lay lay our souls to wast...