His Midas Touch Testo

Wear a black hat baby I'll check you out
Wear a nightcoat for a night on the town
Keep your head real low or they'll find us out Yeah just play it cool... this is the final count
Red eye glare from the balcony
Give me the photo lens mark it sympathy
Nine O' Clock figure in satin sheets
Yeah just play it cool.. and follow me
And everything you touch just turns to gold
And everything you touch just turns to gold
With your duct taped hands and a blind fold on
I will find out how it all went so wrong
Investigate this ticking bomb before it goes off... and kills us all
And everything you touch just turns to gold
And everything you touch just turns to gold
And everything you touch in me is yours
And everything you touch just turns to gold
Take away these pittied alms
And try and move on
And everything you touch just turns to gold
And everything you touch just turns to gold
And everything you touch in me is yours
And everything you touch just turns to gold.