i) State Secrets
Got myself a secret in a briefcase
Desperation rendezvous and don't be late
Mata Hari maiden, milky silky stocking
Freezen' war lolly, going iron curtain shopping.
Civil service sandwiches and there's no bar
I'd much prefer an ounce or two of caviare
There's a plane just leaving, it's gonna take me there
Something tells me that Moscow's hip this time of year
Chorus
State secrets straight from my heart
Aaah they make you shiver
State secrets straight from my heart
Aaah C'mon deliver.
Take myself a long awaited holiday
One with all advantages of extra pay
Make a Kremlin cutie for to be my comrade
And if the streets are paved with roubles then I'II stay
Chorus
State secrets straight from my heart
Aaah they make you shiver
State secrets straight from myheart
Aaah C'mon deliver.
ii) Heavy Breathing
He's not the type of guy that you'd recognise
There's nothing to suggest that he's a prize winner
His only claim to fame is a plaque above his bed says
he's a good boy.
He's not the sort of man you could easily like
You can't exactly say that he's a nice guy
His only one delight is to see her late at night before the
curtains are drawn.
Chorus
Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control
Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul.
You'll find him in the waiting room just wasting time
Fumbling in his pockets for s
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