Mystery Girl from Strawberry Lane by Randy Klawon, Tommy Allen

Mystery Girl, is nobody’s fool
Mystery Girl, knows the golden rule
Mystery Girl, got her head in the clouds
Mystery Girl, doesn’t follow the crowd

She can’t do me no harm, there’s no need to sound the alarm
She don’t have to try, she’s the reason why
She can make a dead man cry

Mystery Girl, is on her game
Mystery Girl, I’ll never be the same
Mystery Girl, is worth her weight in gold
Mystery Girl, she’ out on parole

If half of what I heard was true, she could make a fool out of you
She will give you fits, she’s so well equipped
Tighter than a Hollywood script

Mystery Girl, is light on her feet
Mystery Girl, she can take the heat
Mystery Girl, is number one
Mystery Girl, she’s gonna get the job done

I don’t even know her name, she’s about to drive me insane
I will concede, she’ll let you bleed
She’s everything I need, darling you’ll see, if I can’t make her mine
I’m gonna lose control, going out of my mind

Mystery Girl, Mystery Girl

She can’t do me no harm, there’s no need to sound the alarm
She don’t have to try, she’s the reason why
She can make a dead man cry

Mystery Girl

• Rock
• power pop
• Cleveland