Lyrics

Got a race car grin and a calculation An elegant gun for a secret agent Defunct that time bomb at a space station Hey, Secret Agent X-9 Why don't you drop me a line? And say, would it cost you your job To say what was in that gold box? So why did they give you that job? Why can they give you that job? You think this guy was on a permanent vacation But no, he's not, he's a secret agent
Writer(s): Isaac Brock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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