I saw lot's of gold men strutting out in the desert, spinning themselves like drunken madmen warped on internal-sin. They fell at your feet like arcade-magic, the way you want it.
But you gave it away to the whole team. So sultry & wanton, cravings, cravings, cravings, screaming such sexiness, scheming your selfish desires, another everybody's girl, saving nothing & not much left to give.