Secrets — Steve Winwood

It's hot down on the borderline, Running guns, he's just killing time He keeps his back against the wall Never trust your friends in crime

He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan You can't read his mind He's a secret mand, talking 'bout the man

You drink Mojitos with the boys Smile as if you know what they know You show them all your pretty toys Make a deal, don't make a show

He's the ace of spies With a golden hand You can't read his eyes Cause he's a secret man

He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan Can't read his mind at all He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man

He's the ace of spies With a golden hand You can't read his eyes Cause he's a secret man

He's the quiet kind Doesn't need a plan Can't read his mind at all He's a secret man, talking 'bout the man

Tell me no secrets, I tell you no lies Tell me no secrets, I tell you no lies

Tell me no secrets, I tell you no lies Tell me no secrets, I tell you no lies