he's the man, the man with the Midas touch,
a spider's touch
Such a cold finger,
beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don't go in!
Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her:
It's the kiss of death from Mister
Pretty girl beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold.
dal $egno al fine
|: He loves only gold, only gold, he loves gold :|