Remember hallways,
You're waiting always,
To see behind the door.
You've never seen her;
You're going to meet her,
The first time's so unsure.
She smiles your way through a window,
You smile right back, she runs away,
You wish little girls would sit still,
Just a little bit longer, longer.
And she's still a mystery to me,
I thought I'd grow up gracefully,
I'd understand my woman finally,
But the more I see, the more I see there is to see,
There is to see,
And she's still a mystery to me,
She's still a mystery to me.
I used to wonder when in thunder,