Mykal dances at a club uptown
She lives in the city in the middle of Old Belltown
She’s got the body of Venus and stars in her eyes
Love in her hands and a faraway place in her mind

She’s got no good reason, no good reason to stay
She’s got no good reason, no good reason to stay
She’s just Mykal

Mykal runs and she don’t know where to go

Mykal she told me that she gonna see Paris
Toast the ghost of Vincent and Papa’s memory
I know that she gonna get there
She gonna get there soon
April’s child is fair of face
Promise the sun
Deliver the moon

She’s just Mykal

 Too many lovers in so little time
She’s so tired of hearing the same old lines
Too many reasons to leave it all behind
Somewhere out there she can relax
Get some sun on her shoulders and the monkey off her back
She’s old enough to know better she asked me
“Will I ever find a man to fall in love with me?”

She’s just Mykal
Oooooh She’s just Mykal

Key of F sharp

Copyright 2001
Dean Backholm