Pot of Gold

You're Leprechaun 2.

Who thinks I'm his Bridget

Well, I'm no Wood-Wife for you

To padlock my spirit in your tree

Eternity is not long enough

For you to find the key

My precious heart

Imprisoned and sold

Has paid the price

To be your pot of gold

Yet in the darkest caverns

I am the Dryad

Stalking the hollow tree

Of your deceitful heart

In the catacombs of your mind

I hide myself away

Love is a pastime you play

Cheating

Not to win

But to ensure I lose

I have called Nang Tani

To come and see

To pay all your due

For how you treated me

You're Leprechaun 2.

Who thinks I'm his Bridget

Well, I'm no Wood-Wife for you

To padlock my spirit in your tree

Eternity is not long enough

For you to find the key

My precious heart

Imprisoned and sold

Has paid the price

To be your pot of gold

To be your pot of gold

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