I see her face, I know her name I see her time and time again I close my eyes and then I wonder Then I wonder why Her face looks down on me as I walk on by Makes me wonder why (Alright) She poses in a magazine Astride some turbo-charged machine I turn the pages and I wonder Then I wonder why Her eyes look up at me and my mouth goes dry I really wonder why, I wonder why And I wonder if she'd dance for me And wear those sleazy clothes And I wonder if she'd strike my favorite pose And I wonder if she'd show for me Show me what she knows But another misty morning comes and goes I see her lip gloss raging red She's on the TV by my bed "I'm watching you," she said Then I wonder Then I wondered why I stroked my head then stared at the pale blue sky Then I wondered why I wondered why