All grown up in mud coloured trench coats
They looked world-weary through glasses the size of
Globes
Time turned slower then
And you were one of them
But with a hint of delicacy
You wore a periwinkle shirt to tea

This is not how we're gonna save the world
This is why you are my favourite spy

Do [bad word] do you dance do you like boys or girls
you had a hint of sophistication
you wore a hint of a smile
With your fingers thin and pale
And the blue veins
Ran in to your shirt
Ran in to your cup
I followed them up
Where do I begin
You were tall as a tree
And light as its shadow

This is not how we're gonna save the world
This is why you are my favourite spy

You were flipping through the papers
With your piano-players hands
what exactly was the purpose of that phone-call you made"
I asked you:
„Do you play an [bad word] "
How you must have been slim
In your prime
Now you're on top of your game
And you could have gone both ways [bad word] old and plump and weak [bad word] old and bony and mean
Say
„Do [bad word]  Do you dance?
Do you like Boys or girls"
And you never answered that question
That’s why you are my favourite spy
that there is no wrong nor right
And that's why I / finally told you everything
The night before
they shot you in the morning

This is not how we're gonna save the world
This is why you were my favourite spy