Mystified - Damn Yankees

You don’t have to love me baby

I don’t give a damn

You’ve got the time I’ve got the touch

And you know who I am

It’s simplified, I’m mystified

A case of hit and run

Ain’t no use no more abuse

You are my number one

And I’m in love

I’m mystified, baby

Yeah, I’m in love

I’m mystified, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You’re my kind of lover

You always keep me mystified

I’m in love

And I’m mystified, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah, now

You’re my kind of lover

You always keep me mystified

Well I get out of the kitchen

When I can’t take the heat

What you’ve got cooking, hun

It’s good enough to eat

Well, in walked the boss man

With a boom, boom, boom

He said, «Break time’s over, boy

Get back to pushin' that broom.»

Well, that’s the way it goes sometimes

He said «sweep!»

It’s the story of my life

Whoa oh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah now

You’re my kind of lover (you're my kind of lover)

You always keep me mystified

You just keep it comin', babe

You always wanna keep me satisfied

You’re my kind of lover (you're my kind of lover)

You always keep me mystified

Whoa oh oh oh

I don’t mind pushing that broom baby

Long as I’m pushin' back towards you

Mm mm, mm mm, ooh, say

Yeah, yeah, yeah, now

You’re my kind of lover (you're my kind of lover)

You always keep me mystified

Yeah, you’re my kind of lover, baby (you're my kind of lover)

You always wanna keep me satisfied

You’re my kind of lover (you're my kind of)

Woah, oh--

You know you keep me mystified