Lost Gospel Secret Agent
You're cold
But nothing like the winter
Now I'm old
You say I'm getting bitter
I was a secret agent back in '62
That's where we met
I fell in love with you
Now go
I truly believe I'm getting better
If I could waste your time
Just fall in line
Until the end of time
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
You're bold
But nothing like the summer
Now I'm cold
Just lying near the heater
I was a hooker back in 1973
...unfinished