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Mystery Man 


Hello, mystery man 
I wonder what you are beneath that tan 
Reveal the stare your curly locks are masking
I see my reflection and watch you watching me through your glass rims 

Excuse me,
but I wonder if you talk at all 
why don't you talk to me 
and tell me what you feel?

I'm peering at you in a room full of people 
my atmosphere is filled with a mysterious magic 
you flick your hair and I hope to get a glimpse of your eyes
you peek through your veil of disguise 

I can hear your voice
when you're not speaking 
I feel the magic through my bones 
you're the one I was seeking 

Hello, mystery man
I wonder if you have a plan 
Expose the urge your tamed soul is covering
Let me see what you are hiding in my vicinity. 


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