Good as Gold

I am not that photo On my father's mantle I won't let the dust fall On my life Oh Sinéad you made me cry I was waiting in a drug store line Just to pay for the things that money buys With my time With my time So tell me I'm good as gold Tell me I'm beautiful Tell me you won't get old And leave me alone. Saint Lawrence market place I saw my whole life written on an old friend's face You can move away, but you can't erase So tell me I'm good as gold Tell me I'm beautiful Tell me you won't get old And leave me alone. So tell me I'm good as gold Tell me I'm beautiful Tell me you won't get old And leave me alone. I am not that photo.