On your vision
of life and what is cute
grows a child who won a pile of gold
with the stake of wanting it all
he has been shaped up
to make it beautiful
like you

Take it up to your heart
and down towards your knees
move your nose up and down in a circle beat
keep the nine-year-old up on his feet
he's drugged with yellow
and wants no pink
well it's sick

Barry your gold where they won't find it
keep the glamour look to yourself
the child will want more than what he's gotten
the light in your eyes made him feel
the cookie he is
who love me

with your sight
which plays a trusting tone
he continues melting gold above his soul
making it beatiful
like you