Gold

If everything you touch turns to gold What does that make me? A sparkling possession for you to hold Displayed for all to see Midas, my dear – it’s a tragedy If that’s how you think Gold is beautiful and magical A treasure to be bought and sold But gold is temporary happiness Until the color starts to dull Only fools want what you hold I’m not your gold Maybe you can show me the world And change the way I live But money won’t make me your girl If you’re a slave to it Midas, my dear – it’s a tragedy That you can’t be free Gold is beautiful and magical A treasure to be bought and sold But gold is temporary happiness Until the color starts to dull Only fools want what you hold I’m not your gold A golden glove and iron fist will lead to your demise Although you’re quite the alchemist, I hope you realize that Gold is beautiful and magical A treasure to be bought and sold But gold is temporary happiness Until the color starts to dull Only fools want what you hold I’m not your… Gold is beautiful and magical A treasure to be bought and sold But gold is temporary happiness Until the color starts to dull Only fools want what you hold I’m not your gold