The Lost Gospel
Текст песни Secret Agent

You're cold
But nothing like the winter
Now I'm old
You say I'm getting bitter

I was a secret agent back in '62
That's where we met
I fell in love with you
Now go
I truly believe I'm getting better

If I could waste your time
Just fall in line
Until the end of time

Whoa whoa


Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa

You're bold
But nothing like the summer
Now I'm cold
Just lying near the heater

I was a hooker back in 1973
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