Eleven forty five, she sneaks in through the door To Café Cordiale, I've seen her cape before Every time she's in this place, she wears a veil upon her face Somewhat plastered, I decide to find out more I'm not a tyro, but she is something else Mystery Jane, what are you hiding Your golden hair is all that I can see Mystery Jane, am I your equal Is there a chance that you can like a fren like me Outside I gather strength and start to stalk her down At some old cul-de-sac, she finally turns around Her green complexion, shiny fangs and reptile smile They make me stumble back and run for miles and miles I'm not a tyro, but she was something else Mystery Jane, please keep on hiding Your golden hair was all that I could see Mystery Jane, I'm not your equal Is there a chance that you can spare a fren like me Mystery Jane, Mystery Jane The last refrain I sing is: Mystery Jane