One empty place, at a table for two
Our agent in Rome, a cafe rendez-vous
The seat is soon taken, contact is made
Surveyed by another whose secret is safe
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
The courier falls, the coffee was drugged
The waiter makes off with the microdot
You don't have to believe to play that double cross
Spying for the side that pays them the most
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
Whose that someone on the inside, an undercover mole?
Too late to use a lie detector, now some heads will roll
Writer(s): Mark Vincent Reilly, Peter Alexander Ross, Daniel Phillip White
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