Look at you such a pretty thing Wearing one Gucci shoe Standing naked in a dazzling storm Singing, "Oh, what shall I do?" While I laugh and drink my Merlot Too drunk to strum guitar You could say, "Well it's a miracle" That we have made it quite this far <{Cho^rus}> But you are worth your weight in gold. I prayed for clay that I could mold. Love is safer I was told. Safe before the sun. Look at you can a Wiccan sing? With out her cat and broom Keep on screaming like a tempest Cuz that's all you'll ever do? While I choose to be Bachus And play my cracked sitar You could say, "We're way too spiritual, and tango hipped by far." <Cho^rus}> X2 But you were worth your weight in gold. I prayed for clay that I could mold. Love is safer I was told. Safe before the sun.