Texty: Jon B.. Bonafide. Mystery 4 Two.

Alright, yeah, come on, come on
It's mystery, mystery, yeah
Mystery, mystery
Mystery, mystery
Mystery, mystery
Mystery, mystery

So, I guess tonight kinda had that flow
I heard you say, "Go for what you know"
So I took upon the thought of meeting you at 12 o'clock
For a private little rendezvous

At first, I didn't catch your name
Curiosity causing me pain
And the only thing to do
Is to get to know you better
With you timid little easy sway

If love stains my mind with the ebony you
And these words seem like lines, let the truth cut through
'Cause I fantasize reality with you
Open my eyes for the mystery of me and you

Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two
Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two

I guess the night kinda had that flow
Mr. Moon in the sky hung low
And I saw your face pretty dressed in lace
And I didn't know what to say

Honey baby, you just stood there
Just kicking with that stare
And I stood fighting with my instincts
But the fight is not fair

If love stains my mind with the vision of you
Please rewind it, make this moment be true
'Cause I can't stop thinking about you, yeah
The mysterious you

Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two
Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two

Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two
Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two

Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two
Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two

Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two
Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two

We can make love under the stars
Baby, it doesn't mater where we are
Honey me and you, we can make it through
This mystery

We can make love under the stars
Baby, it doesn't mater where we are
Honey me and you, we can make it through
This mystery

Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two
Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two

Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two
Ooh, me and you
Mystery 4 two