Mystery To Me

Mystery To Me - John Gorka

Hey bud is that your sister

Is it that she can't see so good

I've been all around this world and I've never understood

What makes a woman love what makes somebody care

There ought to be some logic but I don't see any there

Do you have a lot of money or some hidden attribute

Can't she face the obvious her problem is acute

'Cause you don't know how to dress

You've got that goofy little walk

Your girlfriend needs a raincoat 'cause you sputter when you talk

I've boned up on my history

And it's still a mystery

Mister it's a mystery to me

Maybe she's a saint who took some pity on your soul

She had too much compassion then just went out of control

Now you're walking hand in hand I would have said no way

I do believe in miracles 'cause I've seen one today

I've boned up on my history

And it's still a mystery

Mister it's a mystery to me

Does she have a judgment problem

Or maybe lose some kind of bet

Contract some strange affliction

Doctors haven't conquered yet

What makes somebody love what makes a body care

There ought to be some logic but I don't see any there

I've boned up on my history

And it's still a mystery

Mister it's a mystery to me

I've boned up on my history

And it's still a mystery

Mister it's a mystery to me