So she crawled out of the trenches with her mouth full of nails,
Knowing they'd get back together like you do in the fairytales.
But it's like finishing a jigsaw puzzle and breaking it again,
Putting it back together will never be the same.
But they'll find you and adore you
There are others who'd die for you.
And they'll find you, yeah, they'll find you,
They are spies, aren't they? Spies aren't they
And they'll find you and enthrone you
As if they've always known you.
They will find you, yes, it'll come to you,
In time, just give it time
They will find you and they'll love you
Make a fine bride out of you.
They will find you, yeah, they'll find you
They are spies, aren't they? Spies aren't they
So dry your eyes and dry the milk up from the floor.
To your surprise they'll leave new cartons by your door.
