Mystery Man

Corner full of scooters, burning gas,
Daddy’s money gone, it never lasts.
Mouths wide open staring as I walk,
I look right through them, no need to talk.

Boys my age are lame and small,
Car-crazy kids with no dream at all.
Their goals are weak, their jobs are pain,
Low-wage life with nothing to gain.

This town’s too small, I need to grow,
Like a sponge I take what I know.
In your eyes I see it too,
You must be thinking the same thing too.
(Mystery man)

No red cottage, no potato ground,
That simple life won’t keep me bound.
A gateway road to something more,
I know it’s waiting, I want the door.

I’m waiting for a thrilling man.
I’m worshiped by a reckless man.

Money like dirt,
Never gets hurt,
Sometimes it’s rough,
But I can’t get enough.
Mystery man! (Mystery man)
Mystery man! (Mystery man)

Everyone fears him, they step aside,
But he just strokes my back with pride.
This is no dream, it’s real, I swear,
Deepest love and the things we share.

Sleeps all day, moves like a ghost,
Big talk forever, his dreams the most.
Miami Beach in the burning sun,
Shady parties when the day is done.

It’s so deep, I fall again,
Now his car and his flat are in my name.
No keys yet, the law’s too tight,
But I’ll get them soon, I’ll win this fight.
I’ll get it all, I know I can,
For now I just drive a few of his vans.

No red cottage, no potato ground,
That simple life won’t keep me bound.
A gateway road to something more,
I know it’s waiting, I want the door.

I’m waiting for a thrilling man.
I’m worshiped by a reckless man.

Money like dirt,
Never gets hurt,
Sometimes it’s rough,
But I can’t get enough.
Mystery man! (Mystery man)
Mystery man! (Mystery man)

Hot blood running in his veins so wild,
He slapped my face, not the first time, child.
He begged forgiveness, said it was me,
I know I shouldn’t ask what his work might be.

He gives me so much, he shows me care,
Sometimes it’s hard, but love keeps me there.
He called me a whore in the street last night,
But a Vuitton bag made it all alright.
(You’re forgiven)

No red cottage, no potato ground,
That simple life won’t keep me bound.
A gateway road to something more,
I know it’s waiting, I want the door.

I’m waiting for a thrilling man.
I’m worshiped by a reckless man.

Money like dirt,
Never gets hurt,
Sometimes it’s rough,
But I can’t get enough.
Mystery man! (Mystery man)
Mystery man! (Mystery man)

One morning I stare, I can’t believe,
SWAT is breaking into our street.
He swears the stuff was “just for fun,”
But the cops believe what the proof has done.

Debts unpaid, the profit’s gone,
Nothing is left, it’s all been drawn.
Life turns bleak as the bill comes due,
No one to pay, no one but you.
No one to pay, no one but you.

(Mystery…life) 

 

Edellinen    Seuraava