Russian spy in the black of night
Black boots, almost hip high
You and I with the moonrise
Just love you to my surprise
World is spinning clounter clockwise
Blood red lips they do imply
In the end we both will die

Waiting for your burner call
You’re smoking euro menthols
My heart melts with compliments
So I crumble defenseless
Where are the documents?
Photographs, intelligence?
Stab me with your red pen
I am living in pretend

Back in 1998

Broken spy under a darken sky
Massaging your silken thighs
I’m in jet mascara disguise
Go down, look into my eyes
Defect and you’ll be mine
Can’t resist no matter how I try
In the end we both will die

Waiting for your burner call
You’re smoking euro menthols
Midnight locks, elven frame
Agent, what’s your endgame?
Classified Autumn weekend
Telegram, apprehend
But, oh no, it’s not the end
For you and I

Back in 1998
Back in 1998

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