And the phone just won't stop screaming
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Please leave my party now in peace
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Cause undercover comes so naturally
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Overdone and dull routine
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Cause they tap our calls
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And listen through the walls
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And hide in every hall watching me
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Here they come
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Saying "Where have you gone
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What have you done
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Are you wearing a wire
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Are you playing dumb"
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Just how long have you ben standing there
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What exactly did you hear
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Stealing heaven you will sure catch hell
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And then you'll know too well
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When you are fired
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Here they come
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Saying "Where have you gone
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What have you done
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Are you wearing a wire
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Are you even aware
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Where have you
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What have you done
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Are you wearing a wire"
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In a van on the corner there's a posse
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All with headphones on by and audio board
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And a gun in a cheap suit shrugs who
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They pay a made mint to decipher every word
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And this is what he heard:
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And the stars keeled over cut cards
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And the dealer set a fire for the cops
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"Where have you gone
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What have you done
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Are you wearing a wire
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Are you even aware
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Where have you gone
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What have you done
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Are you wearing a wire
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Are you wearing a wire
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Will you show me where"
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Wearing A Wire
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Hey Mercedes |