Contact In Red Square

Although I'm young I got a job to do
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe
Call it a business trip
Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever

I got my papers and a cyanide pill
My polaroid's a taser in disguise
There's a base in the hills
And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November

Astrovia sweet comrade your nation is your gun
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me
One last contact in red square unless I have to run
And the long arms of the K.G.B. detect me

Can't trust a soul secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
And a cool 45
The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange

I.C.B.M.
Bang bang you're dead
No one left to worry
Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry
Our last contact in red square unless I have to run
And the long arms of the C.I.A. detect me
Hey
Hey
Hey

Written by J. Destri
Vocals - Debbie Harry
Appears on:
"Plastic Letters" album

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