My touch could start a fire
Ill cut your brakes and watch the tires roll
Open flames fill my hands but
My wedding finger with no bands cold
It would be wonderful, if I could make gold
Heres to the midas touch
Instead of gold I make love
Heres to the midas touch
Instead of gold I make love
I need your breath to feel love
The bottle drops the beer flows
We stagger down the interstate
Then burn down the super 8
Everything is wonderful, now that I make gold
Heres to the midas touch
Instead of gold I make love
Heres to the midas touch
Instead of gold I make love
Put another notch in her spine
Its meeting new hands all the time
The women I bed, aren't willing
Well they might be
They might of been
