I Like To Think That

Men, All Men, Were Always Trying To Get Hold Of Me, You Know.

We Knew We Were Talking About Spies. I Knew He Knew I Knew. I Was Digging My Own Grave.

I Never Found Anyone Who Was Good Enough, Who I Could Trust Enough.

They Wanted To Hear About The Sex, Of Course. But Not The Rest; No One Wanted To Hear The Rest.

However I Dress It Up, I Was A Spy And I Am Not Proud Of It.