On an advert or the late show,
that's where she goes.
She's got a chat show and she gets old.
She wants to look gold.
Every magazine and paper,
there's an interview with her.

And she's got golden skin.
Open the door, and let the light in.

On every cover she's saying intimate things about her lover.
She learning english now the subtitles gone.
It's her second tongue.
And if you're asking her.
Could you have some, some of her.

Open the door, and let the light in. Open the door, and let the light in.

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