Wear a black hat baby I'll check you out
Wear a night coat 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 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
And everything you touch just turns to gold
And everything you touch in me is yours
With duck taped hands and blindfold 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 in me is yours
Take away these pitted alms
And try to move on