The Covert Comic

Catwalk of Spies

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The Agency neither confirms nor denies

While booking its models

On the catwalk of spies

That the catwalk of intel is a runway of lies

And everyone poses

On the catwalk of spies

Catwalk of whispers, catwalk of sighs

Catwalk of secrets

Catwalk of spies

Cover is a microskirt flaunting your thighs

With sheer blouse unbuttoned

On the catwalk of spies

And truth’s a pair of pumps, too small by one size

Make sure you don't stumble

On the catwalk of spies

Covert action is shadow that brings out your eyes

And black ops make you slimmer

On the catwalk of spies

Spy dust is blush the makeup artist applies

And everyone’s airbrushed

On the catwalk of spies

Agents are items you accessorize

You wear each one proudly

On the catwalk of spies

But when the big designer your portfolio buys

And you make that cold read

On the catwalk of spies

In that moment your dress falls, and you realize

Strutting forth naked

On the catwalk of spies

That the passage through which unto light we all rise

That runway of spirit

Is a catwalk of spies

Catwalk of whispers, catwalk of sighs

Catwalk of eternity

Catwalk of spies

The Covert Comic.

If you’re gonna cattalk the cattalk, you better catwalk the catwalk.