I State Secrets      Got myself a secret in a briefcase    Desperation rendezvous and don't be late    Mata Hari maiden, milky silky stocking    Freezen' war lolly, going iron curtain shopping.      Civil service sandwiches and there's no bar    I'd much prefer an ounce or two of caviare    There's a plane just leaving, it's gonna take me there    Something tells me that Moscow's hip this time of year      Chorus:   State secrets straight from my heart    Aaah they make you shiver    State secrets straight from my heart    Aaah C'mon deliver.      Take myself a long awaited holiday    One with all advantages of extra pay    Make a Kremlin cutie for to be my comrade    And if the streets are paved with roubles then I'II stay      Chorus          II Heavy Breathing      He's not the type of guy that you'd recognise    There's nothing to suggest that he's a prize winner    His only claim to fame is a plaque above his bed says    he's a good boy.    He's not the sort of man you could easily like    You can't exactly say that he's a nice guy    His only one delight is to see her late at night before the    curtains are drawn.       Chorus:    Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control    Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul.       You'll find him in the waiting room just wasting time    Fumbling in his pockets for some loose change    His shoes are even older than the chip upon his shoulder    You'll find him easily bribed.      He really feels that detante is a dirty word    He'd gladly throw a spanner in the skoda    You've got to catch this guy before he reaches    Chou-En-Lai    That's him succinctly described.      Chorus    Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control    Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul.          III Spring In Peking       Can I interest you...in a lychee nut   Through your decadent yearning they say Rome is still    burning       There's a perfect view when your eyes are shut    Please ignore the warnings there's no against yawning      When your rice-wined eyes...meet the rising sun    You'll forget you're in prison as the paddy fields glisten.      Chorus:   Spring in Peking where the wind meets the sea    Just follow me to the land of the free    Spring in Peking Aaah...       Now your free to move...anyplace you want    But if ever we lost you there's a bug in your nostril    We've a lot to lose if we found you gone       Consider what it would cost you if the other side got you    Here's your home from home called the gilded cage    All at peace and contented these are words we invented.      Chorus