Who is this stranger that I see on my vintage point
Who is this alluring contradiction to my thoughts
Who is this stranger undefined, unannounced

This starnger, undesired, is disturbing my mellow mood
This stranger unannounced, is disturbing me in my solace
The stranger undefinely mesmerizing, is disturbing my flow

If curiosity kills, I've must have died a million times in one instant
This fascinating stranger must be defined
This fascimile of a dream must be resolved

Maybe I'll head her off at the pass
Or should I wave gently with bedroom eyes
Oh I know, I'll, I'll uh

Who is is this figure with that poignant panache
Wish I was in the wind and I would carress her every essence
If I was in the rain I would mimick her gentle tenderness
If I was in the sea, I would surround her captivity

Who is this undefined stanger, Could it be you?