When I'm dressed to the nines I'm just a shirt and tie. With a taste for prestige and beautiful mystery.. Well clever girls dressed to kill are pretty bittersweet. And better-suited for grief and beautiful mystery.. Oh beautiful mystery.. Fly by feather.. This time I'm not ready to die.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!). Now or never.. Stand back 'cause I'm ready to fly.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!). She enjoys it the most with flowers in her hair.. Dressin' up like a ghost for beautiful mystery.. So I kiss her goodnight and stumble from the room.. Mighty high on mystique and beautiful mystery.. Oh beautiful mystery.. Fly by feather.. This time I'm not ready to die.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!). Now or never.. Stand back 'cause I'm ready to fly.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!). Oh oh I'm falling for you!. Fly by feather.. This time I'm not ready to die.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!). Now or never.. Stand back 'cause I'm ready to fly.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!). Fly by feather.. This time I'm not ready to die.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!). Now or never.. Stand back 'cause I'm ready to fly.. But I lose myself.. (Oh oh I'm falling for you!)