eyes of marble, 
beautiful and cold with specks of gold-
-reflecting the light of your smile, 
reflecting the warmth of your burning heart. 

california [bad word]  
then for you it was over. 

her gold heart radiates a heat you’ve never felt 
but only ‘cause you’re putting it through the fires of your passions. 
you couldn’t break it 
if you tried--but you try just the same. 

california [bad word]  
then for you it was evened. 

dear prospector, you mine;
you pan you search use dynamite to find a [bad word] that will leave your poor smoldering heart as empty as before.