foreign wars, killin in the streets
that gets you hot, but you're cold around me
i ease on up, and try to touch
but you dont give a shit about me
lady by day, and a spy by night
you get your kicks when you push my buttons right
you bend the truth, reek of vermouth
and you don't give a shit about me
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i'm beginning to see
that i'm in too deep
i never learned to look
before i leap
i can't stand how you
got it planned
a cold war between
you and me
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you trade in secrets, and i pass em right back
i'm at a loss with those skills i lack
i deal it straight, leave it up to fate
but you don't give a shit about me
well facts are facts and its plain to see
i've been barking up the wrong damn tree
i may be broken and bitter to boot
but i gotta set my own self free
well that is that i'm done you see
i'm gonna fly right overseas
and go get killed on the BBC
but you still..won't give..a shit about me