Gold

I'm gold Precious Gold Won't be molded Won't be told Trying to be sold on the idea of a happy home Oh can you loan me a lover now One who makes me want to stick around No right beside Is a soulless creature who averts his eyes I'm Gold Precious gold Won't be molded Won't be told I'm Gold Precious gold Won't be molded Won't be told And this devil thinks he can use me up He thinks that is love Wants to bend me Fold me That's his wish Wants to treat me like origami Simple paper he can rip But I'm Gold Precious gold Won't be molded Won't be told I'm Gold Precious gold Won't be molded Won't be told And he tells me he's Midas And it's because of his touch But his fingers linger too long And everything rusts So this devil deserves to be left in the dust Because I'm Gold Gold Gold I'm Gold What am I? What am I? I'm Gold Precious gold Won't be molded Won't be told