My touch could start a fire Ill cut your brakes and watch the tires roll Open flames fill my hands but My wedding finger with no bands cold It would be wonderful, if I could make gold Heres to the midas touch Instead of gold I make love Heres to the midas touch Instead of gold I make love I need your breath to feel love The bottle drops the beer flows We stagger down the interstate Then burn down the super 8 Everything is wonderful, now that I make gold Heres to the midas touch Instead of gold I make love Heres to the midas touch Instead of gold I make love Put another notch in her spine Its meeting new hands all the time The women I bed, aren't willing Well they might be They might of been