Mysterious Man

 
So same you're hard to  
find, but you're just  
a busy
guy.
 
Flowing through life  
like a special song,
I like the sound
of the drums.
 
Mysterious man,
I like the way  
you grip my hips,
 
And look me in my  
eyes as we dip.
 
Controlling me
like a puppet
on strings.
 
 
Youre so hard to figure  
out, when my heart  
get to searching
for a
way out.