City Boy - State Secrets - A Thriller lyrics

I – State Secrets Mason-Slamer-Thomas Got myself a secret in a briefcase Desperation rendezvous and don't be late Mata Hari maiden, milky silky stocking Freezen' war lolly, going iron curtain shopping. Civil service sandwiches and there's no bar I'd much prefer an ounce or two of caviare There's a plane just leaving, it's gonna take me there Something tells me that Moscow's hip this time of year Chorus State secrets straight from my heart Aaah they make you shiver State secrets straight from my heart Aaah C'mon deliver. Take myself a long awaited holiday One with all advantages of extra pay Make a Kremlin cutie for to be my comrade And if the streets are paved with roubles then I'II stay Chorus State secrets straight from my heart Aaah they make you shiver State secrets straight from myheart Aaah C'mon deliver II – Heavy Breathing Mason-Slamer-Thomas He's not the type of guy that you'd recognise There's nothing to suggest that he's a prize winner His only claim to fame is a plaque above his bed says He's a good boy. He's not the sort of man you could easily like You can't exactly say that he's a nice guy His only one delight is to see her late at night before the Curtains are drawn. Chorus Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul. You'll find him in the waiting room just wasting time Fumbling in his pockets for some loose change His shoes are even older than the chip upon his shoulder You'll find him easily bribed. He really feels that detante is a dirty word He'd gladly throw a spanner in the skoda You've got to catch this guy before he reaches Chou-En-Lai That's him succinctly described. Chorus Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul III – Spring In Peking Mason-Slamer-Thomas Can I interest you...in a lychee nut Through your decadent yearning they say Rome is still Burning There's a perfect view when your eyes are shut Please ignore the warnings there's no against yawning When your rice-wined eyes...meet the rising sun You'll forget you're in prison as the paddy fields glisten. Chorus Spring in Peking where the wind meets the sea Just follow me to the land of the free Spring in Peking Aaah... Now your free to move...anyplace you want But if ever we lost you there's a bug in your nostril We've a lot to lose if we found you gone Consider what it would cost you if the other side got you Here's your home from home called the gilded cage All at peace and contented these are words we invented. Chorus Spring in Peking where the wind meets the sea Just follow me to the land of the free Spring in Peking Aaah..