Hands of Gold - Tall Like Tyrion
He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
The wynds and the
Steps and the cobblehe rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasure
She was shame and blissand
A chain and keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss
Refrain for hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
Refrain for hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm