With sealed assignments sewn inside The general's taster's double lied
Distinguished and refined I'm being reassigned to Rome There's a camera in the flowers In a drawer somewhere at home
You're going to let me fall right through your hands You don't even know who I am
Stealing secrets overseas Contains the microfilm I need
Pretend like nothing's wrong And hang on every word I say I'll stare you in the eyes Till the waiter looks away
I'll sigh and coo and lie to you The closer I appear, the further I am away
With serum sewn inside her sleeve My car's a plane's a submarine
I know a safe house in Bastogne I can't reveal till we're alone
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