Martin Weller - Mystery Lyrics

When she turned and yelled out the window
I thought, that's my kinda girl
Feisty, horny, groupie, roadie
A place to lay my head in this world

Helping to fulfil a dream from Apollo to Zion
It doesn't matter almost says it all
The good times were fantastic - bring them on

Life is wild and we're just trying to keep a balance
I'm not a child I take the blame and the beatings that go with it
If I lost my yesterdays somehow carelessly
I wouldn't care as long as you share your tomorrows with me

When she turned and gobbed out the window
I thought, that's my kinda girl

Feisty, horny, groupie, roadie
A place to lay my head in this world

In a space that is pleasantly warm most if not all of the time
Get an all over tan lying naked by my pool, in the sun
Do you wanna come?

What she turned out to be is a mystery