Sittin' here thinkin' of my love. Sittin' here thinkin' of my love. Wonderin' if she's thinkin'. Or maybe if she's drinkin'. Sittin' here just thinkin' of my love.
Spy, baby. Spy, baby. . There was a time, you had it made. Everything was going your way. So many guys hanging on a string. You just wanted to play. .
He was a stranger to himself. A spy in his own camp. And his money was his health. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still.