I think about her, I dream about her,
I even write about her.
Who could she be?
I ask myself,
...
Mystery Girl
I think about her, I dream about her,
I even write about her.
Who could she be?
I ask myself,
thinking I can answer myself.
As time goes by, I start to realize.
I can’t live without you by my side.
Not knowing what to do,
I try to put you aside,
knowing that kills me inside.
So I ask,
who is this mystery girl deep inside.