Sweet as Sunday Morning (Mystique)

Verse 1

She walked in like a whisper in the room

Every head turned slow when she moved through

Had a softness that the city never knew

And a smile that could melt a heart in two

Pre-Chorus

I watched her from across the crowded floor

Hoping she would look my way once more

A virtue so rare in a world so cold

Something in my soul she seemed to hold

Chorus

Mystique

That's what they call her

Mystique

Beautiful and true

Mystique

Sweet as Sunday morning

I can't stop thinking 'bout you

Post-Chorus

Mystique (ooh)

Mystique (ooh)

Oh sweet mystique

Verse 2

Never heard her raise her voice in anger

Always gave her love without a plan

Pure of heart when nobody was looking

That's the kind of woman that I am

Pre-Chorus

And late at night I lie awake and dream

Holding on to more than just a gleam

She's the kind that time cannot erase

Gently leaving her heavenly trace

Chorus

Mystique

That's what they call her

Mystique

Beautiful and true

Mystique

Sweet as Sunday morning

I can't stop thinking 'bout you

Post-Chorus

Mystique (ooh)

Mystique (ooh)

Oh sweet mystique

Bridge

Saintly in her ways and still so warm

Graceful through the thunder and the storm

If she ever turned and called my name

I would never be the same

Chorus

Mystique

That's what they call her

Mystique

Beautiful and true

Mystique

Sweet as Sunday morning

I can't stop thinking 'bout you

Post-Chorus

Mystique (ooh)

Mystique (ooh)

Oh sweet mystique