Over Town - Secret Service

Long legs, a pair of red shoes

One smile, I know you’re hot news

Bad talking friends will bring me down

Night moves, the last sensation

Overnight my imagination

Makes me the fool all over town

Stories are growing my darling of a feather

Only because we my darling are together

Cheap talk runs with the betting

Odds on is all I’m getting

Blackballed again all over town

Red shoes left in the ashes

Blue marks of your eyelashes

Bad talking friends all over town

Stories are growing my darling of a feather

Only because we my darling are together