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Everybody thinks I’m a spy, but I’m not
They think that every word I say is a lie, but it’s not
The pen with which I write down some notes is just a pen that I bought - not a mic
There is no camera taping you from my hat, not during the day not during the night
Oh, the humanity
I’m not a spy, just a curious guest from a foreign country
If your housecat isn’t sitting at home, he isn’t with me, held for questioning
If the kitchen isn’t just so, it wasn’t my fault, I just needed some salt
Didn’t mean to spill my wine on the floor, it wasn't to distract you from anything more
There is no camera taping you from my hat, I just like this hat and it’s cold
That’s what hats are made for
Oh, the humanity
it's not a pose
I'm really a student of ethnomusicology...
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