i) State Secrets



Got myself a secret in a briefcase







Desperation rendezvous and don't be late







Mata Hari maiden, milky silky stocking







Freezen' war lolly, going iron curtain shopping.











Civil service sandwiches and there's no bar







I'd much prefer an ounce or two of caviare







There's a plane just leaving, it's gonna take me there







Something tells me that Moscow's hip this time of year











Chorus







State secrets straight from my heart







Aaah they make you shiver







State secrets straight from my heart







Aaah C'mon deliver.











Take myself a long awaited holiday







One with all advantages of extra pay







Make a Kremlin cutie for to be my comrade







And if the streets are paved with roubles then I'II stay











Chorus







State secrets straight from my heart







Aaah they make you shiver







State secrets straight from myheart







Aaah C'mon deliver.















ii) Heavy Breathing







He's not the type of guy that you'd recognise







There's nothing to suggest that he's a prize winner







His only claim to fame is a plaque above his bed says







he's a good boy.







He's not the sort of man you could easily like







You can't exactly say that he's a nice guy







His only one delight is to see her late at night before the







curtains are drawn.







Chorus







Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control







Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul.







You'll find him in the waiting room just wasting time







Fumbling in his pockets for s