My little girlfriend bugged my phone,
Dark glasses and an earpiece in the sack,
Suit and tie everyday and she jogs with the President.


Then one day when I got home,
found a note and it said,
"Reconnaissance mission in the Fertile Crescent."

Between my laundry and the CIA,
She's doing the best that she can.
It seems like I'm dating the man.

She knows who killed JFK,
She knows I wouldn't want another,
She knows I wouldn't want it any other way,
Even though she's big brother.

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