When I’m dressed to the nines I’m just a shirt and tie
With a taste for prestige and beautiful mystery
Where clever girls dressed to kill are pretty bittersweet
And better suited for grief than beautiful mystery
Oh beautiful mystery

Fly by feather, this time I’m not ready to die
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you
Now or never, stand back ‘cause I’m ready to fly
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you

She enjoys it the most with flowers in her hair
Dressing up like a ghost, for beautiful mystery
And so I kiss her goodnight, and stumble from the room
Mighty high on mystique and beautiful mystery
Oh beautiful mystery

Fly by feather, this time I’m not ready to die
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you
Now or never, stand back ‘cause I’m ready to fly
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you
Oh oh I’m falling for you

Fly by feather, this time I’m not ready to die
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you
Now or never, stand back ‘cause I’m ready to fly
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you

Fly by feather, this time I’m not ready to die
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you
Now or never, stand back ‘cause I’m ready to fly
But I lose myself, oh oh I’m falling for you