Golden boy, your hair is perfectly curled, do you know that?

And golden boy I can’t see because your shine blinds me even in a room full of people

You’ll never see the sun in my eyes, like I do yours

Your blue eyes pierce into me like a fallen icicle in the middle of a snow storm

But at the same time my hands feel sweaty, like I am lost in the Sahara desert

Oh, golden boy, with hair as golden, do you realise what happens when I see you?

I hate it when girls talk to you, walk with you, even look at you

I can’t concentrate on what i’m doing

Golden boy you’ll never know,

You cant see a shadow like me, invisible behind all solid objects.

When you find a girl, she will be the human equivalent of the sun

You shouldn’t look or you’ll be blind, but that doesn’t stop you at least once

Oh golden boy, i’m not your golden girl, and I guess that’s ok

Gold is one of earths most desired things,

And I am just one of many who desire to own a little piece

Oh but Golden boy, nothing will stop me wishing to be your golden girl,

Not until I find someone who makes me feel like a golden sunrise