[Verse 1] I walk in like a rumor in high heels and a skirt, Sunglasses on, hot pink car parked—yeah, I know it’s absurd. Doors open, steam rolls out, I step like a rock star on cue, Men drop their guards the second I pass—close your mouth, dude. I sneak into places, capture criminal faces, My nerdy gadget man’s in the van, running all the databases. And my awkward boss tries to brief me but he stutters every time— Relax, sir, breathe… you’re doing fine. [Pre‑Chorus] All these whistles, all these stares, *whistle* I swear it’s like a full‑time job just walking anywhere. Take a picture, babe, it’ll last longer— For a top secret spy, my fan club keeps getting stronger. [Chorus] I’m a top secret pretty little spy, Hot pink wheels rolling by, Even muscular men shrink at my perfume— Girls at the gym glare like angry cats in the room. Puppy boys roll over, belly up for a rub, But I got work to do, no time for love. Looking this good is a mission, too— So shoo, you’re bothering me, I got my headphones on, dude. [Verse 2] Slip through lasers, flip through files, Dance‑floor rhythm in my undercover style. My gadget guy says, “You’re impossible,” But he still hacks satellites like it’s casual. My boss spills coffee when I enter the place, He turns red, tries to talk, can’t look at my face. I wink, grab the case, and head out the door— Another villain down, who’s keeping score? [Bridge] Flashbulbs popping—why so many cameras? I’m supposed to be covert, but fame’s contagious. Every step I take, someone’s trying to follow— Sorry, boys, this mission’s strictly solo. [Final Chorus] I’m a top secret pretty little spy, Hot pink wheels rolling by, Steam clouds rising when I step outside— Rock‑star entrance every single time. *whistle* Even the toughest men shrink at my perfume, Girls at the gym hiss like cats across the room. Puppy boys roll over, but I’m on the move— Headphones on, world to improve.
