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."