Oh, mystic woman, can you read my mind?
Bet you hear me thinking 'bout you all the time
And for my shameful thoughts, please forgive me if I do it
I hope you never hear 'em, girl, unless you're open to it
Ooh
Ooh
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Oh, mystic woman with your Sirène stare
Second sight and ancient rites of power in your hair
So thick and dark as ink, skin like Mississippi tea
Baby, I'm so thirsty, won't you pour a glass for me?
Ooh
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Ooh
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Take me wrong and make me right
Put my body back together
Oh, sweet Isis, give me life
Read my nines and find me out
And darling, I'll show you a love
That Freda only dreams about
But we should leave no doubt
Oh, mystic woman, such a sacred view
That even God might spare the rod to let me worship you!
And in rebirth, I'd scorched the earth so I could grow it back anew
And give to you
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
Get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you
And if your touch, instead, could strike me dead
I'll tell you what I'd do
I'd get a little bit closer, honey, I'd still get close to you
So get a little bit close to me, I wanna get close to you