Spy — They Might Be Giants

I see you from my spy plane, baby I see you walking on the ground I see you through my spy glasses, baby I can see right through the ground If you want to be a spy then you must really see And you must really see if you want to be a spy like me I might gaze on a submarine I see your face smiling at me Even when I close my eyes your silhouette is smiling at me But you will never understand me because I have a special job I wish I could break the spy glass Set it free So we could be...