We Are Detective

Somebody’s watching me
And now I’m nervous and I shouldn’t be
Somebody’s got their eye on me
Perhaps I should invite him up for tea?

We saw him smoking by the newspaper stand
There’s something odd about his gloved left hand
Saw him again inside the old cafe
He makes us tense we wish he’d go away

We are detective
We are select
We are detective
Come to collect

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