John Gorka Mystery To Me
Hey bud is that your sister or 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
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Does she have a judgement 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
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