The ones I love have all lost their minds It must be my fault Perhaps I tried to take them Because mine was never there The boys I want have all lost me That had to be my fault I stole their good humour Because I had none The ones who love me are totally blind This was my intention I veiled all my thievery In a beautiful mystery
Woman, that Thief of Hearts, has always been a Beautiful Mystery to me; but I've never felt that my Heart was such a high price to pay for Her Secret Flame.
