The beginning of a relationship is always shrouded in mystery, questions and, unconsciously, hope…
A smile
Whenever she walks around
She’s a mystery
She never talks
And doesn’t reply at all
A mystery to me
Her eyes
Every time she peeks at me
She’s a mystery
But she never talks
And doesn’t reply at all
A mystery to me
A smile
Whenever she walks around
She’s a mystery
To me
(words and music by wan-vox)
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