Ooh, gold, woah When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold (Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah) (Who can you trust) First comes the blessing of all that

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

Do my dance on your dick, ooh you know you love this shit. Do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love the dick. Fuck it, fuck it right boy Do my dance on your dick, ooh you know you love this shit. Do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love

I'm tryin', I'm tryin' No, no, no, no Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to think about you Not to give in to you Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Guess I'm a bad liar Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind Ooh every time I watch you

Welcome to Burlesque, Show a little more, Show a little less, Add a little smoke, Ooh, everyone is buying, Put your money in my hand, Everything you dream of, But never can possess, Nothing's what it seems,

Back to beautiful Get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? Ooh Gotta, get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? And even worse to each other? We gotta, get back to beautiful All these words, starting wars Over who can hurt who

Don't you know But light is settled baby making you look at me Tell me who it is gonna be I'm thinkin' should I put down time A wildcard haunting me Tell me who is it gonna be yeah yeah Oooh, don't know how you feel Oooh, tell me how you feel Hear me,

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying