Spy

He gets on with life as a spy
He's a  handsome strong man
He likes listening to music on Sundays
He likes singing in a choir every week
He likes to think a lot about the unknown
But when he starts to daydream
His mind turns straight to bad girls

Sometimes I look at him and I look into his eyes,
I notice the way he thinks about bad girls with a smile
Curved lips he just can't disguise
But he thinks it's woman making his life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for him to decide which he loves more?
Good mystery or...
Bad girls?

He likes to use words like 'sexy,'
He likes to use words like 'damn fine.'
He likes to use words about woman.
But when he stops his talking,
His mind turns straight to bad woman

Sometimes I look at him and I look into his eyes,
I notice the way he thinks about bad girls with a smile,
Curved lips he just can't disguise.
But he thinks it's gentlemen making his life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for him to decide which he loves more?
Good mystery or...
Bad girls?

He likes to hang out with Rose,
He likes to kick back with Daniel,
But when left alone,
His mind turns straight to a bad woman

He's not too fond of rude people,
He really hates falling over,
But he just thinks back to bad girls
And he's happy once again like an never ending cycle