Mystery Jane

Eleven forty five, she sneaks in through the door
 To Café Cordiale, I've seen her cape before
 Every time she's in this place, she wears a veil upon her face
 Somewhat plastered, I decide to find out more
 I'm not a tyro, but she is something else
 Mystery Jane, what are you hiding
 Your golden hair is all that I can see
 Mystery Jane, am I your equal
 Is there a chance that you can like a fren like me
 Outside I gather strength and start to stalk her down
 At some old cul-de-sac, she finally turns around
 Her green complexion, shiny fangs and reptile smile
 They make me stumble back and run for miles and miles
 I'm not a tyro, but she was something else
 Mystery Jane, please keep on hiding
 Your golden hair was all that I could see
 Mystery Jane, I'm not your equal
 Is there a chance that you can spare a fren like me
 Mystery Jane, Mystery Jane
 The last refrain I sing is: Mystery Jane