you’re the mystery girl yeah
many secrets you are defending from me
i’ll come to live at your mansion we’ll be happy
pretending to be free won’t we
i see your eyes have imperfections
and though I think of them as sunspots
i’d never lie about a cloudy day
i’d sooner listen to the raindrops
you’re the four letter girl, yeah
and the floor of your hall is paved with gold
or so i was told
who are you now with your hair down?
are you somebody else i should have known?
