Beautiful Mystery
When I'm dressed to the nines, I'm just a shirt and tie
With a taste for prestige, and beautiful mystery
But, clever girls dressed to kill are pretty bittersweet
And better-suited for grief than beautiful mystery
Oh, beautiful mystery
Fly by, feather
This time, I'm not ready to die
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
Now or never
Stand back, cause I'm ready to fly
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
She enjoys it the most, with flowers in her hair
Dressin' up like a ghost for beautiful mystery
So I kiss her goodnight, and stumble from the room
Mighty high on mystique, and beautiful mystery
Oh, beautiful mystery
Fly by, feather
This time, I'm not ready to die
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
Now or never
Stand back, cause I'm ready to fly
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!
Fly by, feather
This time, I'm not ready to die!
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
Now or never
Stand back, cause I'm ready to fly
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
Fly by, feather
This time, I'm not ready to die
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
Now or never
Stand back, cause I'm ready to fly
But I lose myself
(Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
