text: Darker times
  Theyre telling boulder heavy lies
  Looks like all weve got is each other
  The truth is obsolete
  Remember when all I had was my mother
  She didnt compromise
  She could recognize
  Voodoo
  Our daughters and our sons
  Are just candles in the sun
  Voodoo
  Dont let him see divide
  Dont you let her see divide
  Voodoo
  Shes got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
  Hes got the whole wide world in his pants
  He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
  Then put the whole wide world on her hands
  Shes got the whole wide world in her hands
  Hes got the whole wide world in his hands
  Theres somethin about you
  I cant believe Im even talking to you, tellin you this right now
  Youre special
  I wish you could see what I see
  She peels an orange for us in the morning
  She woke me up to give me half
  I can hear the children soccer ballin
  Like wildcats running on the grass, hey
  Youre a girl on this island
  Im a boy from America
  My flight leaves tonight
  But I dont think Im going backwards
  I wont be going backwards
  Youre my golden girl
  Youre the one Ive chosen, girl
  Youre 24K
  You make it bright when its grey
  Youre my golden girl
  The sun has been kind to you
  Youre 24K 
  But the skys never grey 
  Silent moments, meditative poses
  You break my focus, you make me laugh
  Two mopeds racing through the forest
  Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path
  Im my best on this island
  Im a mess in America
  My flight left last night
  But I know Im not going back home, yeah
  Im not going back home, no
  Youre my golden girl
  Youre the one Ive chosen, girl
  Youre 24K
  You make it bright when its grey
  Youre my golden girl
  The sun has been kind to you
  Youre 24K 
  But the skys never grey 
  If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
  If we dont have to live through hell just to get to heaven
  Ima stay right here, with you
  Til the hurricane comes, til the tsunami comes
  Ive found my gold
  Youre my golden girl
  Youre the one Ive chosen, girl
  Youre 24K
  You make it bright when its grey
  Youre my golden girl
  The sun has been kind to you
  Youre 24K 
  But the skys never grey 
  Um, youre my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L
  And thats for the females that cant spell, but
  Um, thanks for fuckin with me
  You turn my dark into light, youre like a bucket of bleach
  You see, I want you to know that
  My negatives at home arent working for my Kodak
  So that means that I dont want to go back
  Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that
  Hand of yours, girl, Im a wreck in America
  Your face is the best
  Cause its the same color as the lace on my neck
  And youre golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it
  Lets toast and listen to Michael Bolton
  I free-fall off the hill again
  Lets see where I land, Im like Gilligan
  Um, I trust you, Golden, for wed ring
  Im just hopin that you dont turn my neck green