She is liquid gold and you
Are copper-coated tin.
Your glint’s enough, in firelight,
To make me think to sin.
And sin I do, and sin I have,
And sin is well and good,
But when I place you next to her
I think I never would.
She is liquid gold and you
Are copper-coated tin.
Your glint’s enough, in firelight,
To make me think to sin.
And sin I do, and sin I have,
And sin is well and good,
But when I place you next to her
I think I never would.