Gleaming, twinklingEyes like sinkingShips on watersSo inviting, I almost jump in Işıldayan, parıldayanBatıyormuş gibi olan gözlerSuyun üstündeki gemilerÇok davetkar, neredeyse atlayacağım But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rushI don’t like anticipatin’ my face in a red flushI don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touchEverybody wants youEverybody wonders what it would