Good evening, are you alone
Well all I have is my telephone
And now that my greeting's through
Exactly who the hell are you, mystery girl

She lives in paradise
With the hermits and the trees, so nice
But the city might do some good
I'd take her if I only could, mystery girl

Out of touch and out of reach
Restrained enigma
Who will contradict herself at times
To retain an aura
But when she talks to me
At times I can clearly see
Her veils conceal a game
That I play without a thread of shame