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I see you from my spy plane, baby I see you walking on the ground I see you through my spy glasses, baby I can see right through the ground If you want to be a spy Then you must really see And you must really see If you want to be a spy like me Come on I might gaze on a submarine I see your face smiling at me Even when I close my eyes Your silhouette is smiling at me But you will never understand me Because I have a special job I wish I could break the spy glass Set it free So we could be Spy spy spy spy Spy spy spy spy Spy spy spy spy Spy spy spy spy Spy From Letras Mania