She’s the one
But she’s got a gun
And I hold her hand
She’s got weapons on the nightstand
She travels light
But just at night
Life hasn’t been the same
And I still don’t know her real name

She’s got no business cards
She’s got not address
She’s got no family
No friends to impress
She checks for phonetaps
She lives day by day
And when we break up
She’s gonna blow me away
Her car’s complete
With ejector seat
She’s my chick
Now she’s turning on the oil slick
And she’s at ease
While speaking Cantonese
Knows just what to say
But she doesn’t keep a resume
Sleeps with me
And the enemy
Monogamy must cease
In the name of world peace
And I don’t know
When she’s gonna go
Travels overseas
With a dozen fake IDs
Steady pay
From the CIA
The ATMs I miss
All her bank accounts are Swiss
She plays roulette
On a private jet
And makes my a martini
In her bulletproof bikini

Lyrics submitted by Miss Liss

Spy Girl song meanings
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