Under Arrest - Deborah Harry

The name on the list didn’t fit the id

Following clues

You can’t hide homicide

They answer the phone, tell me they’re not at home

I’m doing my best to tell you what I know

Meet me in an hour

I’ll be on the corner

I’ll have on a trenchcoat, naturally

You cannot avoid me

I can be annoying

When you least expect it — «answer the question now!»

Why inspector?

He’s a fine detective

Got his own perspective

He’s a lie detector

Oh heaven knows.

backtracking clues or any news on the scene

In the right mood, sticking to my routine

In dark day and night I’m like a machine

It was someone he knew

He let em in

He got caught by a dirty doublecrosser capable of murder

He’s gonna be uncovered finally

It’s a full investigation and I’m very patient, working out the puzzle carefully

You don’t have to worry

It could be scary

Either «hit me harry» or a coronary

Oh heaven knows

The face and the name didn’t fit the id

The time and the place in evidence don’t exist

They wanna confess, and be blessed by the rope

Hot on the scent finding only dead ends

Now, the killer’s out there

Thinks he got away clear

But he’s not so clever

He’s going to the devil

I’m setting up a rumour

He’s gonna walk into it, before he knows what happened

I’m gonna grab him — tell me

Why’d ya do it?

You’re a pretty stupid jerk to try the heavy stuff

You think your pretty tough

Whoa, homicide

You’re under arrest, you’re under arrest

You’re under arrest, you’re under arrest

Why’d ya do it?

You’re pretty stupid

The heavy stuff

You’re very tough

You’re under arrest