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