He’s like everything I can wish,
He is a Gentleman like every British,
His life’s revenge and England’s fame,
Love doesn’t have a name.

All I remember is the gunshot,
He fought well and he was caught,
He played their dirty little game,
Love doesn’t have a name.

He’ll always be the new guy,
With a strange job like a spy,
He was too naïve and he’s not to blame,
Love doesn’t have a name.

He tastes like good beer and Whiskey,
And his blue eyes went misty,
I talk a lot about him, I feel so ashamed,
Love doesn’t have a name.

He is the hope I never had,
He’s the one who made me glad,
And I’ll never be the same,
Love doesn’t have a name.

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