| The air was filled with suspicion
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| She poured us two martinis
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| And tried to guess my mission
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| I pretended to know nothing
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| It’s best to use discretion
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| But she turned her floodlight eyes on me And demanded a confession
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| I told her I am a spy in the house of love
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| Gathering clues to be used in the war of the affections
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| I am a spy in the house of love
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| I won’t be refused I’m waiting for your heart’s defection
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| I saw, yes I did, everything that pleased her
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| I recorded every movement
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| And plotted how to seize her
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| I used a tiny camera
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| I thought I’d Japanese her
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| I made a voodoo doll of her
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| And sat around and squeezed her
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| I told her I am a spy in the house of love
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| Gathering clues to be used in the war of the affections
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| I am a spy in the house of love
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| I won’t be refused I’m waiting for your heart’s defection
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| I’ll read your mail
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| I’ll tap your phone
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| I’m on your trail
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| You’re never alone
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| One day you’ll slip up And leave a lip print on a coffee cup
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| I’m a spy and I just can’t help myself |