Lyrics His Man - Michelle Blades

Midas and Medusa gave birth to him
Now everything he touches turns to stone
And everything he looks at shines like gold
It's easy to blame your faults on the flaws you inherit

Because everything shines he's going blind
He doesn't know what love is
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

This is new here
He doesn't change under his caress
And he's terrified
Is this love?

Not stones, not gold
But so terrible
So terrible
So terrible