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I'm not 100 percent positive
But I think my girlfriend is a spy
You might be wondering where I got this idea from
Sit back and I'll explain to you why
She gets calls on her cell phone at the oddest of hours
Tells me she must take this call because it is urgent
Whispers into the receiver, then walks out of the room
So I'm pretty sure she's a secret agent
I ask her out for dinner on the weekends
She tells me there's no way, she just can't
I figure she must be going on a secret mission
Perhaps somewhere in the South of France
I've had plenty of friends tell me they've seen her
Out at different times with different guys
She'd better be careful or she'll blow her cover
As a top notch international spy
Out of curiosity one day I did follow her
When I called and she didn't call back
I saw her at the mall with another man
Whom I assume is her main contact
They were at a corner table in the food court
Sitting together up close face to face
They didn't want any other spy's hearing their secrets
As they make for us this world a safer place
Now that you've heard all the evidence
You now know the reason why
I've come to the only conclusion
That my girlfriend is a spy
Freaking us out
Drones you know
There in the air
Just beware
Way up high
Spy in the sky
Cameras filming
Our secret lives
Trespass our land
And Cities too
Must get my gun
This drones’ through
Snapping away
Pictures of you
On the internet
Their loaded too
Well I heard a buzzing
Looked up high
Hovering around
Was a spy in the sky
Drones everywhere
Flying about
Surprized stars
Get caught out
Well I spy
This flying eye
Can’t sunbath
Watching the sky
Makes you angry
Gives us chills
In the papers
Stars ordeals
Can’t even have
Just one day
Of calm and peace
Relax and play
Well I heard a buzzing
Looked up high
Hovering around
Was a spy in the sky
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29th May 2015
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We lost a special guy
Worked secretly as a spy
Sean Connery was his name
Acting smooth in a manipulative game
Taking a character from literature
Making it good looking using a moving picture
Getting attention
Using the latest invention
That was not a flying car
Whose driver is still a living star
Appearance very calm
Stating many times Bond, James Bond
Like a good Scottish Brit
Displayed the powerful stiff upper lip
Shaken not stirred
Sending a message not needing to say a word
Traveling the world
Next to the latest cover girl
Some good some bad
This film fantasy was truly the cinema fad
Tonight, Sir Sean could be on the prowl
Seeking out enemies being foul
Maybe Pussy Galore
On the heavenly Casino floor
Having English Breakfast with Sir Roger Moore
Which results in both Bonds being shown the angelic door
Now talking about placing gold on the finger
Could be the record hit by the well-known singer
All artists working together
Presenting a blockbuster peaceful action pack letter
Explaining the well-groomed leading man
Waving a heroic hand
When taking the adventurous stand
Good night
My fine theatrical knight
You put up a winning fight
Giving the written vision a proud visual sight
Leaving a dreamer author eternal might
I knew a spy who told me her truths.
She told me her lies so I could never surmise where the line lies, the line of the spy. The words and the eyes. The live and the die. The strange life it must be, the life of a spy.
I knew a spy who lived life a lie. Gambled with fate as easy as choosing the food that she ate. And would look at the dark like it was light. Would stand in the rain to camouflage the tears from her eyes. To stand in the rain to wash away the pain.
I knew a spy who would to me wink with her eye. Carrying a smile with long flowing hair and stylish in the clothes that she’d wear. But never a line did she cross.
Her life was a line, a line as sharp as a knife.
I knew a spy, I wonder where the sun shines on her smile. I wonder where the real person is free. What she gave to serve her country. I know she’s alive from the cards and messages I see with my eyes. But can she ever be free? I know that life wasn’t for me.
Sitting and crying in the waiting room
They face a life of gloom and doom
The father from another gang, was a spy
So the Man ordered that he must die.
You don’t spy on the Man
He kills you because he can
The Man has all the power
Because you, he will devour.
He will train you well
To serve him until you fell
If by now you can’t tell
You have chosen a life of hell.
He will tell
If you don’t serve him well
Serve him good or serve him well
Your days will be spent in hell.
On the street he will have his way
If he slips up, this will be his last day
He is afraid of the Man
So he does the best he can.
One day he started to cry
Like his father he has become a spy
He knows he is about to die
Next to his father’s grave he will lie.
To me there is no better night
Than the dimming of the lights
And tuning into American Idol on my T.V.
Tonight's no different to tell the truth
As they give another loser the boot
When I noticed something strange in how Ryan Seacrest blinked
Mr. Pretty Boy was blinking in Morris code
Right underneath America's nose
He was passing off top governmental secrets
So his front has all along been a lie
Ryan Seacrest, international spy
Don't know why before I didn't see this
He uses that cute little baby face
And day old beard to hide his disgrace
As he obviously communicates with the underworld
From one side of the globe to another
Talking in code with his Rooski brothers
Why this just gets my patriotic panties in a curl
Just when you think you know someone
They go and pull this traitor stunt
I suppose now your going to tell me Mom doesn't bake her own apple pies
Then I find out it's some imposter named Mrs. Smith
I'm not sure I can take much more of this
Who next will I catch living a lie
Then I see Ryan run off stage
With the strangest of looks on his face
Seems all along there was stardust in his eyes
Funny it wasn't Morris code
Who's embarrassed now...me I suppose
Ryan Seacrest international spy?
Uh...nevermind
Who out there doesn't miss a good night of Ryan and his day old beard on American Idol....
Come on...tell the truth
She descended from a far away land
I was from the backwoods
She was my life and death
I was her lover boy
They taught me simple things
Beware of seductive pretty strangers
How to drive a car very fast and true
How to meander as a tourist in blue
To drop a note inside empty walls
To see my reflection in windows tall
To pick up this and that from here and there
Cross a border or two, if I dare
She moved into my dreams
They knew I was compromised
I knew not a thing at all
So I played the spy and the clown
East German prisons and needles
Russian doctors and dreams
Tomorrow sometimes never comes
Lucky me to be so old and dumb
In the basement of a side street
A Paris jazz saloon
I sat alone
As it dawned capon me
I have no one, I am the clown
The spy that never was
Photographs dancing in my mind
Lovers dancing arm in arm along the Rhine
Helsinki rendezvous
Swedish diplomatic moves
Vodka for both, a drunk white rose
The Russian red room was to be my tomb
I lost my lover
Pistol whipped and left for dead
Never be the spy and the clown
My only desire to touch the sea of Oland
Hope the hell I drown
Rainy days and clowns
Those days of cat and mouse
Left me alone in the old spies house
Hanging around
Saved the world
Lost my love
Time for me to cut my throat
Spies end up playing solitaire
Clowns end up alone
Fools drown inside vodka dreams
Lena still lives in my heart, weeping
Many put up a front and try to hide from the world how vulnerable they have got.
Me, I put up a front and try to hide from the world how vulnerable I am not.
Damn, I just outed myself to my own dismay
just like Cheney did to that chick in the CIA.
Outing a spy? That's no longer anymore treason?
Did I mention that she was one of our spies whose cover Cheney had blown?
Valerie Plame's career ended immediately
after former vice president and traitor "Dick" Cheney
blew her cover as a CIA agent by allowing a leak.
Valerie Plame, her family and her loved ones lives were now all endangered
now that her CIA covert cover had been leaked, displayed and discovered.
I must ask again,
"Is that no longer treason
when one exposes worldwide a covert spy of CIA intelligence?"
http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2010/10/21/husband-outed-cia-agent-calls-dick-
cheney-traitor/
Are you as surprised as I to find
That Kim Kardashian is a international spy
But don't worry she's on the side of right
Working this time for the good guys
The pics that this twit tweets
Is spinning turbans around in the Middle East
Corrupting the minds of the men and their youth
As they google eye over what she let's loose
Though Miss K. is not the one to blame
It's mainly the fault of Uncle Sam
She's just doing her civic duty
In the posting of selfies in her birthday suity
I've had suspensions for years believe you me
The Kim isn't as dumb as she appears to be
I heard that Iran has accused Kim Kardashian of being a spy...
Who knew!
We hid in the cottonwood tree’s magic treehouse.
Spying on our neighbors.
Laughter rang out occasionally from the windows of some of their houses.
We clutched our stomachs and laughed.
Mr. Pete gave his wife a big hug at their house.
We all went, Oh, yucky!
We were eleven, and loved the height of our tree mansion.
Feeling like detectives, or FBI agents.
Eleven is such a magical time.
We used to haul all kinds of pillows up there.
It was my reading nook. On reading days, I was
off with pirates, or Pippi Longstocking, and we
were on the sea, which I had never seen
in real life,
but imagined
was quite
wonderful.
You can never get 11
back, so please enjoy it!