It is hard to live a life of crime
When you are just in your prime.
Though I've been told
Time and time again that is a job only for the bold
I find myself thinking,
Why do I have to kill so?
The action, the danger,
The meetings of strangers-
Who often end up with a gun to their heads.
A beautiful woman appears always there,
So easy to tame in her underwear.
I am an agent, I'm not going to lie
And though a lot of people do die,
I will do this job for the girls
And catch the bad guys that I've been told
Are no good for this world anymore.