you came in from the cold dressed bold under a black flag like isis on the road to baghdad in a red ferrari going all john le carré defecting with the little drummer girl laurie in a deadly affair expecting the honourable school boy when i'm used to being a most wanted man -
now i'm no naïve and sentimental lover, baby i'm the perfect spy and this ain't a small town in germany but ich bin ein berliner, fraulein - you better make this your last call for the dead
- it was (y)our kind of game playing tinkering tailoring soldiering spying - doodling smiley's people on the side acting like absolute friends with fred the constant gardener at the russia house and red the tailor of panama like a ***** with a straw up your nose in the looking glass war but if you do it again -
let me tell you a secret, pilgrim i'll drop you where you lie - it'll be a ****** of quality, baby and that's a delicate truth