Remember hallways,    You’re waiting always,   To see behind the door,   You’ve never seen her;    You’re going to meet her,   The first time’s so unsure.   She smiles your way through a window,   You smile right back, she runs away,   You wish little girls would sit still,    Just a little bit longer, longer.    And she’s still a mystery to me,   I thought I’d grow up gracefully,   I’d understand my woman finally,   But the more I see,    The more I see there is to see,    There is to see,   And she’s still a mystery to me,   She’s still a mystery to me.    I used to wonder when in thunder,   Understandings done,   But now I’m grasping,    With understanding,   Is only part of love.   And she’s still a mystery to me,   I thought I’d grow up gracefully,   I’d understand her thoroughly,   But she’s a mystery to me.