Mystery Gal


You're probably taken, and I know why
It's your true beauty, that hits thee eye.
Since the first glimpse I got of you
I swear my eyes felt like they seen a beautiful view.
I keep seeing that image of the day I saw you there
It's like a collage, that follows everywhere.
As I head back to the island on a boat
I keep thinking, why didn't I talk to you that day
I was blinded by hope.
A hope that one day I'm no stranger to you as you are to me.
And maybe we can have those types of laughs of how it all started,
when I met my mystery gal.
Til this day I still wonder who is she,
that took my heart from the beginning

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