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Somebody's watching me |
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Now I'm nervous and I shouldn't be |
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Somebody's got their eye on me |
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Perhaps I should invite him up for tea? |
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We saw him smoking by the newspaper stand |
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There's something odd about his gloved left hand |
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Saw him again inside the old cafe |
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He makes us tense we wish he'd go away |
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We are detective |
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We are select |
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We are detective |
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Come to collect |
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Somebody's after me |
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He left his footprints by the garden tree |
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Last night when I got home |
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I got the feeling I was not alone |
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Someone is on our tail |
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We think they're opening up our morning mail |
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And now each time the telephone rings |
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We think of frightening things |
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We are detective |
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We are select |
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We are detective |
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Come to collect |
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We dress up in disguise |
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To get away from all those prying eyes |
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Our friends all think we're mad |
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But we know better 'cause the spy is bad |
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We are detective |
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We are select |
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We are detective |
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Come to collect |
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We are detective |
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We are select |
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We are detective |
