Goldfinger
Man In The Suitcase
I'd invite you back to my placeI know its mine because it holds my suitcaseIt looks home to me all rightBut it's a hundred miles from yesterday nightMust I be the man in a suitcaseIs it me, the man with the stranger's faceMust I be the man in a suitcaseAnother key for my collectionFor security I race for my connectionBird in a flying cage you'll never get to know me wellThe world's my oyster, a hotel room's a prison cellMust I be the man in a suitcaseIs it me, the man with the stranger's faceMust I be the man in a suitcaseI'd invite you back to my placeI know its mine because it holds my suitcaseIt looks like home to me all rightBut it's a hundred miles from yesterday nightMust I be the man in a suitcaseIs it me, the man with the stranger's faceMust I be the man in a suitcaseIs it me, the man with the stranger's faceMust I be the man in a suitcaseIs it me, the man with the stranger's faceMust I be the man in a suitcaseIs it me, the man in a suitcase
From Letras Mania