Hello my gold dust, red giant.
It is I who melts thy heart.
The beauties of the earth wonders,
Shall I compare to thee?
Hello my gold dust, red giant.
It is I who unloads thy breech.
I who promised thee heaven and earth
The heart of a pot-bellied pig;
Shall I compare to thy?
Hello my gold dust, red giant.
The most lovely and endearing creature,
With the skin color which,
I have for long longed for.
What is so priceless, that
I shall compare to thee.
Hello my gold dust, red giant.
It is I who volunteers to bring
Thy fantasies nearer.
Perhaps, that might get a better perceptive.
And however, touch'm.
Hello my gold dust, red giant.
It is to all, that queens dream big.
Thus, I find sharing thy crown very ecstatic.
Whose queen, shall I compare to mine?