Spy Girl
Dark sunglasses you know they're Chanel
Walking down the street - everyone can tell
That she's a woman of mystery a real class act
Nobody can touch her that's a natural fact
Cos she's Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case
She's a master of doom
At least that's what I feel when I'm Spygirl in my room
My friends make fun of me for watching James Bond
Strutting round my room like a bombshell blond
But my bikes got spikes and a groovy sidecar
They're just jealous cos they know I'm a star
Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case
She's a master of doom
At least that's what I feel when I'm Spygirl in my room
'Daphne and Celeste the federation needs your help immediately, meet at the abandoned glitter factory at midnight to receive your instructions, this message will now self destruct'
I got a can of tear gas in the sole of my shoe
A T.V on my watch and a boomerang too
Some hidden microphones that are easy to miss
I'll put on poison lipstick and give you a kiss
Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case
She's a master of doom
At least that's what I feel when I'm Spygirl in my room
Celeste quick it's the D&C phone!
Hello?
'Change of plan, the enemy has planted a giltter bomb somewhere on the premisis. Get out now!'
Arm yourself D lets go!
Let's go! Let's get 'em!
Got your laser gun?
Yea! How's my hair?
Here they come - lock and load!
One false move and glitter bomb will explode!
You think you won't bend under my steel gaze?
Try to cross me once;
You won't walk for days
You'll get stangled, tangled, mangled, sold and brought
If you wonna see me I'll be cruising on my yacht
Cos she's Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a popsicle stick
You know she's a star -
Don't think that she don't know cos she knows who you are
Cos she's Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a popsicle stick
You know she's a star -
Don't think that she don't know cos she knows who you are
You got your laser gun?
Yea! Well here they come now lets lock and load!
Mission Accomplished!
Walking down the street - everyone can tell
That she's a woman of mystery a real class act
Nobody can touch her that's a natural fact
Cos she's Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case
She's a master of doom
At least that's what I feel when I'm Spygirl in my room
My friends make fun of me for watching James Bond
Strutting round my room like a bombshell blond
But my bikes got spikes and a groovy sidecar
They're just jealous cos they know I'm a star
Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case
She's a master of doom
At least that's what I feel when I'm Spygirl in my room
'Daphne and Celeste the federation needs your help immediately, meet at the abandoned glitter factory at midnight to receive your instructions, this message will now self destruct'
I got a can of tear gas in the sole of my shoe
A T.V on my watch and a boomerang too
Some hidden microphones that are easy to miss
I'll put on poison lipstick and give you a kiss
Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case
She's a master of doom
At least that's what I feel when I'm Spygirl in my room
Celeste quick it's the D&C phone!
Hello?
'Change of plan, the enemy has planted a giltter bomb somewhere on the premisis. Get out now!'
Arm yourself D lets go!
Let's go! Let's get 'em!
Got your laser gun?
Yea! How's my hair?
Here they come - lock and load!
One false move and glitter bomb will explode!
You think you won't bend under my steel gaze?
Try to cross me once;
You won't walk for days
You'll get stangled, tangled, mangled, sold and brought
If you wonna see me I'll be cruising on my yacht
Cos she's Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a popsicle stick
You know she's a star -
Don't think that she don't know cos she knows who you are
Cos she's Spygirl what's that in her hand
Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a popsicle stick
You know she's a star -
Don't think that she don't know cos she knows who you are
You got your laser gun?
Yea! Well here they come now lets lock and load!
Mission Accomplished!
Credits
Writer(s): Michele Chiavarini, Summer Burkes
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