Mystery Sauce

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

I wrote this song at a bowling alley in my small hometown in the Panhandle of FL/Lower Alabama

She blew into town on a one night Stand
Over eggs there was no one holding her hand
Just like the sauce
She became a mystery

Just like the sailors lined up for sea
She lined up their boots at the back door
Call her Mary
Call her the perfect ….
Just another heart kept in a jar

She was a lone wolf
You use to love that
Till you loved her
Till you lost it

She blew into town on a one night Stand
She was a lone wolf
You use to love that
Till you loved her
Till you lost it
She blew into town on a one night Stand
Over eggs there was no one holding her hand
Just like the sauce
She remained a Mystery

Em. D