There was a king with magic hands. There was a crown and a touch of gold. The crown was up in the game of chance. Welcome king midas. . King midas oh the secret of your touch. King midas oh I
eye glare from the balcony . Give me the photo lens, marked sympathy . Nine o'clock figure in satin sheets . Yeah just play it cool, and follow me . . And everything you touch just turns to gold
