It's a Secret

Met a girl last night
She asked if I would stay
I said «All right»
She just turned and walked away
She didn’t say why
Must have thought I knew
I guess she just had better things to do When I first met you
I was nervous in my haste
You’re such a lady
A girl of wealth and taste
And when I kissed you
I thought I had it made
Saw pearly gates and touched a razor blade
Someone’s got to tell me about these morbid fascinations
Someone’s making love and I’m just making conversation
Sometimes I think I’ve got it but it always comes and goes