When I'm dressed to the nines, I'm just a shirt and tie With a taste for prestige, and beautiful mystery. Well, 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! )