Girl with the blue flowered dress and the blindfold,
Weaving her fibery mess into yarns of gold.

And her wheel spins fast for whatever is real,
You’ll be first or last in the flow of her spinning-wheel.

Girl with the radiant shine and the unwinded gold,
No well-thought-out strategy-line avoids your fate to be told.

And she speaks of a land with a random-like feel,
You’ll be first or last in the flow of her spinning-wheel.

And the gold and the gold, the gold turns real,
Just as long as she keeps on spinning her wheel.
Hey whatever, as long as it’s real.

And her wheel spins fast, makes you a straight cut deal,
You’ll be first or last in the flow of her spinning-wheel.

And the gold and the gold, the gold turns real,
Just as long as she keeps on spinning her wheel.
Hey whatever, as long as it’s real.