Sending chills on my scaly skin,
You light up the stage of my face,
Shining like a star;
Gling, gling

In the hands of Gold digger's
You are never enough
When I tie you round my neck,
You endure like true love

Real; nothing is real
In the world of illusion
You see only what you feel

You are an idol before a magic priest
But I'm sizing him up with my fist
Shining like a star;
Gling, gling
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