They have his money, but I got the microphone.
So hear me out, honey, before you walk out that door.
He may have a diamond ring, I know.
And a million other things that might sparkle in gold,
But he don't, he don't have a soul.
Ain't no room, not with all that gold.
Just watch him turn to gold
It's pretty at a distance
A closest yellow metal
Just waiting to be sold
You cannot buy what I got
With your pretty yellow metals
He will not kiss you gently
I'll kiss you like candy
Unwrap you like peppermints
I swear to you, honey, I can be held to this
He may have a diamond ring, I know
And a million other things that just might sparkle in gold
But he don't, he don't have a soul
Ain't no room, not with all that gold
Just watch him turn to gold
It's pretty at a distance
A closest yellow metal
Just waiting to be sold
You cannot buy what I got
With your pretty yellow metals
He will not kiss you gently
You cannot buy what I got with your pretty yellow metals
They will not make you happy