Goldfinger, he's the man. The man with the 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
Where are you? Why do you hide?. Where is that moonlight trail that leads to your side?. Just like the moonraker goes in search of his dream of gold. I search for love, for someone to have and hold
