You're a lingerie ad
With the brains of a scientist
The eyes of a poet
And the face of a mystery girl
You're the swimsuit issue
With the smarts to read a microchip
Chip on your left shoulder
And smile like a mystery girl
First it comes from over there
And then it comes from under here
And thin I think it's what you wear
And then I swear you're a mystery girl
You're a walking riddle
Which I can never figure out
Your eyes smile lightly
And your lips are such a mystery girl
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