Steve Winwood - Secrets lyrics

It's hot down on the borderline Running guns, he's just k**ing time He keeps his back against the wall Never trust your friends in crime He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan You can't read his mind He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man You drink Mojitos with the boys Smile as if you know what they know You show them all your pretty toys Make a deal, don't make a show He's the ace of spies With a golden hand You can't read his eyes 'Cause he's a secret man He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan Can't read his mind at all He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man He's the ace of spies With a golden hand You can't read his eyes 'Cause he's a secret man He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan Can't read his mind at all He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man Tell me no secrets I tell you no lies Tell me no secrets I tell you no lies Tell me no secrets I tell you no lies Tell me no secrets I tell you no lies