She was an operative ,
For the CIA.
The nature for which she could not reveal,
She was charming, witty and had sex appeal.
We met at a bar,
Not far from my hotel.
The moment I saw her,
I knew my jaw just fell.
She walked on over,
And whispered in my ear.
Hello tall dark and handsome what are you doing here?
For the night was over she pulled secrets from my soul,
Her beauty had me under her control.
Then came the crack of dawn,
You guessed it,
She was long gone.
Now my life's mission is simple,
I'm on my quest in Italy,
Looking for the CIA princess beauty.
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