"Hooked On You" Lyrics by Steve Raines (@Unlikely Buddha)


In the variations of 

C G Am F


(Verse 1)

You're a mystery, 

a puzzle to be solved,

Your beauty's like a treasure 

to be found.

I'm drawn to you 

like moth to flame,

Can't help but fall for you, 

my heart's 

been bound.


(Chorus)

Oh, mysterious woman, 

I'm hooked on you,

Like a song that's always playing, 

I can't get you out of my head.

Oh, mysterious woman, 

I'm entranced by you.

Like a dream 

that I can't wake up from, 

I'm lost in your bed.


(Verse 2)

Your eyes are like 

a deep blue sea,

Your lips are like 

a ripe red berry.

I long to taste 

your sweet embrace,

To explore 

your secrets, 

hidden face.


(Chorus)

Oh, mysterious woman, 

I'm hooked on you,

Like a song that's always playing, 

I can't get you 

out of my head.

Oh, mysterious woman, 

I'm hooked on you.

Like a dream 

that I can't wake up from, 

I'm lost in your bed.


(Bridge)

I don't know your name, 

I don't know your past,

But I don't care, 

I love you fast.

You're the one 

I want to spend 

my life with,

My mysterious woman, 

my secret gift.


(Chorus)

Oh, mysterious woman, 

I'm hooked on you,

Like a song that's always playing, 

I can't get you out of my head.

Oh, mysterious woman, 

I'm hooked on you.

Like a dream 

that I can't wake up from, 

I'm lost in your bed.


(Outro)

Oh, mysterious woman, 

I'm hooked on you.

hooked on you.


 ©Steve Raines 2023




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