| Are we rolling?
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| One, two, one, two, three, four
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| Here in my little spy movie
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| With my garter and dagger
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| And my gag and my cuff
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| And my gunslinger swagger
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| You used to be my hand-painted villain
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| You used to be so thrilling
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| It’s a switch that you’re flicking
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| A fuse you’re always tripping
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| A button that you’re pressing
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| A number that you’re pushing
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| You’re always delaying
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| Denying
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| And betraying
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Go Away, go away
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Budapest intrigue
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| Three hours of black and white
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| Squinting at subtitles
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| Through a telescopic sight
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| Hungarian melody
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| Repeating endlessly
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| Is this the end I see?
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| Approaching in front of me
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| A switch that you’re flicking
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| A fuse you’re always tripping
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| A button that you’re pressing
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| A number that you’re pushing
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| You’re always delaying
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| Denying
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| Or betraying
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Go Away, go away
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| In this hysterical epic
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| Secret passage of the palace
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| Powder from a hollow ring
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| Into the poisonous chalice
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| Unfrocked fondler
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| In a half moonlit gondola
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| Pampered hog in a ringlet wig
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| Gamboled a merry jig
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| You’re always pursuing
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| But she won’t need possessing
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| Just undoing and undressing
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| Please don’t stop confessing
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| You’re always delaying
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| Denying
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| Or betraying
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Go Away, go away
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| In my mystery caper
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| As I lower my lamp
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| On a fey little gunsel
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| Who dreamed of drilling that vamp
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| I’m walking the shade
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| Of this silent parade
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| With my pepper and mace
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| And my heartbroken face
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| Rainy railway station
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| Drowns out a tearful parting
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| Last canister rolling
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| On our little melodrama
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| Is a one-horse opera
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| A screwball comedy
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| Mistaken identity
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| Well, who do you want to be?
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| A switch that you’re flicking
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| A fuse you’re always tripping
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| A button that you’re pressing
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| A number that you’re pushing
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| You’re always delaying
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| Denying
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| Or betraying
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Go Away, go away
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Why don’t you come back, baby?
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| Why don’t you go away?
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| Hey hey
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| Why don’t you
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| Go away
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| Why don’t you go away? |