Middle Is Gold

Catch them when you can, 'cause it takes them to know Who, can you tell me, who do you love? You ought to know things will never be the same, boy Middle is gold and gold does not forgive That's enough to drive you mad Nora's on the step trying to make a mama go You ought to know things will never be the same, boy Who, can you tell me Middle is gold and gold does not forgive Tempered on the block, and a black-ade is a must You ought to know things will never be the same, boy Who, can you tell me Middle is gold, and who do you love? That's enough to drive you mad