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Would you say that you wish you were worse than you are? |
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See you made up a list of your luckiest stars |
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And you made me familiar to you in the dark |
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When you said that you wish you were worse than you are |
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Hey you with the gold |
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Which you keep (or which keeps you) in place |
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Do you recoil from its jail house green and copper taste? |
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Or do you love to dance |
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With it hanging like some hula dress |
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So lightly off your waste? |
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Was it magic or Midas that touched you? |
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And by magic I mean trickery and by Midas I mean faith |
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But the sister speaks of trickery! |
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Is your work the work of the Midas touch? |
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Do you close your eyes while you're dancing the same way |
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You close your eyes in your lover's clutches? |
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"How dare I speak of trickery |
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I am not bestowed with the Midas touch |
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I don't close my eyes while I'm dancing |
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The same way I close my eyes in my lover's clutches" |
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How dare I speak of trickery |
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When the wild things in me are pulling their sham |
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You can follow the lead of the jackal to see where I am |
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You can follow the lead of the jackal |
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And you made up a list of your luckiest stars |
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And you made me familiar to you in the dark |
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You made up a list of your luckiest stars |
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And you made me familiar to you in the dark |
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You made me familiar to you in the dark |
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And you said that you wish you were worse than you are |
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You made up a list of your luckiest stars |
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And you made me familiar to you in the dark |
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And you made me familiar to you in the dark |
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When you said that you wish you were worse than you are |
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Could I follow the lead of the jackal to see where you are? |
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(Enter melodramatic sing-sighs) |
