Mystique

[good4somethingbum]

Mystique ©2015 Robert George BMI

She can paint a rose in our backyard
Ev’ry brushstroke will reveal her heart
She can share a six of Miller Light
While we cheer The Saints on Football night
She’ll put on an old Sinatra tune
Then we slow dance in the living room

And her green eyes are like oceans of mystique
And her kisses have the magic that I seek
O her whispers are smoky
And her smile is sly
She’s a well of dark secrets
And her style is why
She enchants me with mystique

And when she’s relaxing after work
She’s a beauty in my Coldplay shirt
When we go out Fridays on the town
She looks gorgeous in an evening gown
Late at night when we sip cabernet
Candlelight becomes her negligee

Then her green eyes are like oceans of mystique
And her kisses have the magic that I seek
O her whispers are smoky
And her smile is sly
She’s a well of dark secrets
And her style is why
She enchants me with mystique

Yes, her green eyes are like oceans of mystique
And her kisses have the magic that I seek
O her whispers are smoky
And her smile is sly
She’s a well of dark secrets
And her style is why
She enchants me with mystique

She enchants me with mystique
With mystique…