You are a smokin gun    When the pressure's on    Been sittin on the shelf too long    You with the silver tongue    Laughin at the sun    Hey mister, you're a wealthy one       Don't tell anyone   Keep it to yourself   Don't tell no one else    No one needs to know       Swell with attitude    Think you'll break the mood    Aw, baby it's up to you    You with the silver tongue    Laughin' at the sun    Hey mister, you're a wealthy one       Don't tell anyone   Keep it to yourself    Don't tell no one else    No one needs to know       Now he's holdin' on with no hands   Tryin' to find some bigger friends   Nightly he can't break free    And she's holdin' on    To what she wants to be    She's the one who keeps his heart    Closely to her with both arms    Holdin' on to what is gone    Holdin' on to what is gone    Holdin' on to what is gone    Holdin' on to what is gone