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On a secret mission These Cold War days gone by I met my femme fatale She was a Russian spy She looked divine While dressed so fine Down to her toes Was a weapon of mass destruction Wearing all the finest clothes I took a chance on a wild romance But she wouldn't let me go (I'm naked) A sexy assassin with a passion for fashion (With nothing on but the radio) She's undressed to kill With a license to thrill Let's get naked And see what happens She's undressed to kill And I've written my will Let's get naked So, make it happen (Undressed to kill) (Undressed) Undressed to kill (Let's get naked) (Undressed) I chased her to the Leyton (?) I chased her to the Ritz )I lost control, I sold my soul And honey tracked kiss Each fashion show We'd go through Rome to Tokio If she was on then I'd be hon (?) Just one way I could know Cat and mouse in fashion house That agent was a pro (I'm naked) I got my hands on a secret plan (With nothing on but the radio) She's undressed to kill With a license to thrill Let's get naked And see what happens She's undressed to kill And I've written my will Let's get naked So, make it happen (Undressed to kill) (Undressed) (Undressed to kill) And I've written my will (Undressed) Make it happen (Naked) (Naked) (I'm naked) Look out! (Was nothing on... but the radio) She's undressed to kill With a license to thrill Let's get naked And see what happens She's undressed to kill And I've written my will Let's get naked (Undressed) Make it happen (Undressed to kill) With a license to thrill (Undressed to kill) With a license to thrill She's undressed to kill With a license to thrill She's undressed to kill (I'm naked)
Writer(s): Henrik Wager, Martin Strathausen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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