We wear gloves on our hands I never left a thumbprint We wear black gloves on our hands And thieves remaining nameless
We keep magnets in mouths Ah they’re sweeter than candy We keep our magnets in mouth Hold heavy words inside me
Chorus And it goes a little something like I don’t know what to do And it goes a little something like Where did we go wrong with you? And it goes a little something like I don’t know what to do Cause you’ve turned us into spies (But gumshoe blues suit you)
We walk quickly in groups They never saw us coming We walk so quickly in groups Keeps criminals from running Away
Chorus
Eyes wide, I spied You cooking up your alibi Collar up, tongue tied Tables turn on private eyes High end spying Covers up your lying Detective end up crying These plans are surgery Antiseptic, lacking feeling Black gloves have torn to shreds Spies don’t have friends