"Midas" lyrics

With a touch like this
You could turn a Silverado gold, make a yellow brick road out of a two-lane
With your hand on me
You could turn a PBR in this smoky bar into a cool thing

So far I like what you do
But I'ma need a little more proof

Might as well put your hands in my hair
Might as well just make strangers stare
Might as well just not even care if we're out of control
Might as well just make out in public
Might as well just let our friends judge us
Might as well find out if everything you touch turns to gold

What the hell
Might as well, might as well
Might as
(Might as, might as, might as well)
(Might as, might as, might as well)

With your lips on mine
That jukebox static sounds like disco magic on a Tuesday night
All wrapped up in you
Those last call lights look like the stars in the sky finally aligned

Might as well put your hands in my hair
Might as well just make strangers stare
Might as well just not even care if we're out of control
Might as well just make out in public
Might as well just let our friends judge us
Might as well find out if everything you touch turns to gold

What the hell
Might as well, might as well
Might as
(Might as, might as, might as well)
(Might as, might as, might as well)

Yeah, I know all the glitters ain't gold
But I still want you taking me home

Might as well put your hands in my hair
Might as well just make strangers stare
Might as well, might as well, might as well

Might as well put your hands in my hair
Might as well just make strangers stare
Might as well just not even care if we're out of control
Might as well just make out in public
Might as well just let our friends judge us
Might as well find out if everything you touch turns to gold

What the hell
Might as well, might as well
Might as
(Might as, might as, might as well)
(Might as, might as, might as well)