Another Misty Morning

I see her face, I know her name
I see her time and time again
I close my eyes and then I wonder
Then I wonder why

Her face looks down on me as I walk on by
Makes me wonder why

She poses in a magazine
Astride some turbo-charged machine
I turn the pages and I wonder
Then I wonder why

Her eyes look up at me and my mouth goes dry
I really wonder why, I wonder why

And I wonder if she’d dance for me
And wear those sleazy clothes
And I wonder if she’d strike my favourite pose
And I wonder if she’d show for me
Show me what she knows
But another misty morning comes and goes

I see her lip gloss raging red
She’s on the TV by my bed
”I’m watching you,” she said
Then I wonder
Then I wondered why

I stroked my head then stared at the pale blue sky
Then I wondered why
I wondered why

And I wonder if she’d dance for me
And wear those sleazy clothes
And I wonder if she’d strike my favorite pose
And I wonder if she’d show for me
Show me what she knows
But another misty morning comes and goes

And I wonder if she’d show for me
Show me what she knows
And another misty morning comes and goes

Yeah
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Hey ha
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na

And I wonder if she’d show for me
And another misty morning comes and goes