| She’s got spies and they’re looking out for me
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| But it’s not like the KGB
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| It’s just a game we play
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| She’s got hooks meant for catching fish at sea
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| And she’s casting them out
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| And about to catch me unaware…
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| She’s got spies but it’s not quite like the KGB you see
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| She’s got spies but it’s not quite like the CIA no way
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| She’s got spies but it’s not quite like the MI6 sixty six
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| She’s got spies but it’s not espionage that makes her tick
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| And when the sirens singing I’ll think a thought of you
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| She’s got eyes and they’re logged in the back of her head
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| And she can see 360 degrees without turning round
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| She sometimes cries after watching the six o’clock news
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| And if the four minute warning chimes
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| We’ll hide here underneath the desk
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| She’s got spies but it’s not quite like the KGB you see
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| She’s got spies but it’s not quite like the CIA no way
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| She’s got spies but it’s not quite like the MI6 sixty six
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| She’s got spies but it’s not espionage that makes her tick
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| And when the sirens singing I’ll think a thought of you
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| And when the cold war’s over
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| The springtime thaw will flower
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| And when the siren’s singing
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| We’ll sense a new beginning just as we reach the end… |