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KNOWN MYSTERY
Kennedy O'Brien |
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Every night of the week when I'm looking for love
I want a lady who fits like a glove
She's got to be tall short or in between
With wide narrow eyes blue brown or green
She has to be a known mystery to me
An ugly beauty who will constantly change
And leave things be then rearrange
All complex and simple smooth and dimpled
Push pull up down love rekindled
Happy sad here and there
She'll be the lost and found of everywhere
The desire of all my dreams
Very real like a movie scene
She has to be a known mystery to me
You're so loud when you're quiet
Close your eyes and take a look
You're very shy, very sly
Easy to read as an open closed book
It's perfectly clear that this makes no sense
It didn't before and it hasn't since
Love and hate that's now or never
Doing stupid things that might be clever
For the good and the bad here's the long and the short
You make me laugh and cry
Down here at the end of the start between hello and goodbye
She will be a known mystery to me
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