Another Misty Morning

Stuart Adamson

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I see her face, I know her name
I see her time and time again
I close my eyes and then I wonder
Then I wonder why
Her face looks down on me as I walk on by
Makes me wonder why (Alright)
She poses in a magazine
Astride some turbo-charged machine
I turn the pages and I wonder
Then I wonder why
Her eyes look up at me and my mouth goes dry
I really wonder why, I wonder why
And I wonder if she'd dance for me
And wear those sleazy clothes
And I wonder if she'd strike my favorite pose
And I wonder if she'd show for me
Show me what she knows
But another misty morning comes and goes
I see her lip gloss raging red
She's on the TV by my bed
"I'm watching you," she said
Then I wonder
Then I wondered why
I stroked my head then stared at the pale blue sky
Then I wondered why
I wondered why