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The Deborah Harry song catalog you find on this page was compiled by me, the webmaster, with the help of my personal record collection, booklets, biographies, setlists, ASCAP, the LoC (Library of Congress), articles and (live) bootlegs. It's my goal to create a page which features Deborah's complete musical body of work, no matter if Deborah was in any way musically involved herself or whether she contributed her own lyrics to a project. In order to keep up the standard of this page and to make it grow you can help by submitting song titles and/or information which are missing on this site. Every contribution is greatly appreciated. Official song lyrics were taken from booklets. I transcribed those songs myself where no official lyrics were available (with no guarantee for their accuracy). I apologize for possible errors and will gladly take corrections. I kindly ask you not to copy any of these lyrics from this page.
All song pages include links to the albums, singles and/or live albums which they were released on. Best Ofs and soundtracks were only listed if there is a special mix available on the record or the song title itself was previously unreleased.

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INFO

length (album version): 1:56
written by: Jimmy Destri

 

FEATURED ON

Plastic Letters [album] (1977)

Denis [single] (1978)

CONTACT IN RED SQUARE

One two three four

Although I'm young I got a job to do
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe
Call it a business trip
Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever
I got my papers and a cyanide pill
My polaroid's a taser in disguise
There's a base in the hills and the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November Astrovia sweet comrade your nation is your gun
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me

One last contact in red square unless I have to run and the long arms of the K.G.B. detect me

Can't trust a soul secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain and a cool 45 the wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange I.C.B.M.
Bang bang you're dead no one left to worry
Kiss me quick now I have to hurry

Our last contact in red square unless I have to run and the long arms of the C.I.A. detect me hey hey hey

REMIXES & OTHER VERSIONS

[no official remixes available]

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