[1st refrain:]
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The secret service makes me nervous
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When I am dating they are waiting to observe us
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When I get ready to hold steady for the kiss you plant
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The secret service makes me nervous and I can't
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They're always spying, no denying
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They're always peeping, gumshoe creeping, private eye-ing
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When I'm beginning to give-inning like a maiden aunt
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The secret service makes me nervous and I can't
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I've been exposed beyond control
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Just like a goldfish in a bowl
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The President's daughter must drink water
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No drink of Scotch, she might do what she hadn't oughter
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When I'm ignited, so excited that I start to pant
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The secret service makes me nervous
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When my lamps are lit and I say "This is it!"
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The secret service makes me nervous and I can't
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[2nd refrain:]
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The secret service makes me nervous
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Those White House "dicks" get all their kicks when they observe us
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Just as I wind up, make my mind up not to say "I won't"
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The secret service makes me nervous and I don't
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When things look rosy they get nosy
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They'll say there's "tootsie" playing "footsie" very cosy
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My pulse goes higher, I'm on fire, shaking at the knees
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The secret service makes me nervous and I freeze
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Whatever I may do or say
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Will be reported the next day
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They don't see clearly when I'm merely being courted
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When I'm just necking, simply pecking with a "Cary Grant"
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They stand behind me to remind me
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Who and what I am when I don't give a damn
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The secret service makes me nervous and I can't
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The Secret Service
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| Irving Berlin |
