Hitch

We met like, strangers on a train,
While we were young and innocent
I confess, I was the man who knew too much
We walked in the pleasure garden in easy virtue
We played the skin game in an elastic affair

The birds give me vertigo,
The wrong man’s a psycho

You leave me spellbound,
A watchtower over tomorrow

I wanted to catch a thief,
In the North by Northwest,
You dial m for murder
We live in suspicion and the shadow of doubt
Always tell your wife, to fear the rich and the strange