On an advert or the late show
That's where she goes
She's got a chat show and she gets old
And she wants to look gold
Every magazine and paper
There's an interview with her

And she's got golden skin
Open the door and let the light in

On every cover she's saying
Intimate things about her lover
She's learning English now the subbtitle's gone
It's her second tongue
And if you're asking her
Could you have some, some of her

Open the door, open the door
And let the light in
Open the door, open the door
Open the door, open the door
And let the light in
Open the door, open the door
Open the door and let the light in
Open the door and let the light in
Open the door
And let the light in.