Soft sunlight’s proud upon your brow,
Sweet nuggets of your eyes shine true;
Now I’m a mining company
With profitable work to do.
The gold I seek is in your cheek,
Your ivory teeth do gleam;
I’m miner, and I’m hunter, too,
The earth, it holds my dream.
Your raven hair, it is so black,
So coal-like black in ground;
Strip-miner me, that’s what I be,
My profits high abound!
Your lips, your lips—oh profit great!
More great than all the sky!
My business has one end in sight—
To buy and buy and buy!