Make Way for the Goldrush.

I know we’re kidding this time,
I think I got it by now.
Come be my role model now,
I need a taste for a while then I’ll let you go.
Is there a place you would rather be?
Show me your true face then hide from me.

But I always end up kissing you then miss you even more and more.
I always mess it up, I never got it right not even once.
You tell me I’m a liar that I can’t decide which way to go.
But in the end you’re like me.
And in the end you’re like me.