His Man

Midas and Medusa gave birth to him Now everything he touches turns to stone And everything he looks at shines like gold It's easy to blame your faults on the flaws you inherit Because everything shines he's going blind He doesn't know what love is Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa This is new here He doesn't change under his caress And he's terrified Is this love? Not stones, not gold But so terrible So terrible So terrible