I was only doing my job for the company
with a gun in my pocket and no identity
I fell in love with you, but we're not free

tokyo a go-go
the dancing spies with evil eyes
that walk the night
tokyo a go-go
in colored scenes, the dancing queens
with laser beams

you were just another boy, only seventeen
well designed for giving pleasure
just a love machine
now we've got to run away
we're turning green