Spies

I don't want to call your attention,

I don't want to ask it for,

I don't want that your eyes are looking me around,

I don't want that you are flirting me

I don't want that you open

Your mouth

And your spit

Out

Spies, spies, spies,

Spies, spies, spies,

Nothing compares

To be alone all the day,

I don't want to be

Pretending no looking,

It's not enough

And you turn me on,

You're still touching me

More.

I'm not playing

But if you want a piece,

Bitting your own elbow,

And if you make it, I'm undressing

I don't want that you open

Your mouth

And your spit

Out

Spies, spies, spies,

Spies, spies, spies,

Nothing compares

To be alone all the day,

I don't want to be

Pretending no looking,

It's not enough

And you turn me on,

You're still touching me

More.

You're not ashamed,

Have dignity,

Stop to turning me on

And your appetite voracious

Spies, spies, spies,

Spies, spies, spies,

Nothing compares

To be alone all the day,

I don't want to be

Pretending no looking,

It's not enough

And you turn me on,

You're still touching me

More.

Album: Psychological Warfare (July 7th, 2010)