Lyrics

Some guys you just meet them, in ten minutes you know their life story
First date, you heard it all, before you even get to the chicken cacciatore
You know their whole genealogy, and dysfunctional dating history

Whatever happened to a man of mystery
Hold back a little bit, I don’t mind
If you gotta leave your cards on the table turn them over one at a time
Too much information always leaves me wanting less,
Leave a little to imagination, ain’t nothing wrong with mysterious

Some guys leave their baggage, spread out all over the floor
Leave the skeletons in the closet until I ask you to open that door
If and when I do, I may even have a question or two.

Whatever happened to a man of mystery
Hold back a little bit, I don’t mind
If you gotta leave your cards on the table turn them over one at a time
Too much information always leaves me wanting less,
Leave a little to imagination, ain’t nothing wrong with mysterious

How ‘bout a guy like.. James Dean or James Bond or Johnny Depp……ooh Johnny Depp

Whatever happened to a man of mystery
Hold back a little bit, I don’t mind
If you gotta leave your cards on the table turn them over one at a time
Too much information always leaves me wanting less,
Leave a little to imagination, ain’t nothing wrong with mysterious

James Dean, James Bond, Johnny Depp, Johnny Cash, Humphrey Bogart.... George Clooney

©2009 Tim Taylor, Dana Blayone, Sherry Crawford (Calvalcade of Hits/Crayon Publishing)