Quote:
Originally Posted by Sticks
Ben's passion for a certain piece
has got this
going around my head
Someone please make it stop |
Goldfinger. He's the man, the man with 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 Mr. Goldfinger.
Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold. His heart is cold.
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 Mr. Goldfinger.
Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold.This heart is cold.He loves only gold.Only gold.He loves gold.He loves only gold.Only gold.He loves gold.
Just thought you could sing along to the tune in your head
