11.45 She sneaks in through the door.
To Café Cordiale, I've seen her cape before
Every time she's in this place, she wears a veil upon her face
Somewhat plastered, I decide to find out more
I’m not a tyro, but she is something else
CHORUS
Mystery Jane, what are you hiding
Your golden hair is all that I can see
Mystery Jane, am I your equal
Is there a chance that you can like a fren like me
Outside I gather strength and start to stalk her down
At some old cul-de-sac, she finally turns around
Her green complexion, shiny fangs and reptile smile
They make me stumble back and run for miles and miles (and miles
and miles)
I’m not a tyro, but she was something else
CHORUS
Mystery Jane, please keep on hiding
Your golden hair was all that I could see
Mystery Jane, I'm not your equal
Is there a chance that you can spare a fren like me
Mystery Jane, Mystery Jane
The last refrain I sing is: Mystery Jane
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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