She Was A Hotel Detective
She's got her ear to the walls

And she's tapping the calls

If you've got a secret, boy, forget about it

Because she's a hotel detective

Why don't you check her out

Well, the bellhop is funky

The dumbwaiter's a monkey

If there's a knock on the door, boy, forget about it

She says she likes my face

She says she owns the place

Forget about it

Come on and swing with me

>From the top of a tree

And make me feel like a bee

That's where I want to know you

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