Ask me any question, go on do dare.
Circumlocution shall be my reply so there.
Choose your subject. Sex? High finance?
Who was that lady with me at last night's dance?
Who was that man I met at a quarter after three?
What was in that envelope he gave to me?
Was it cash for secret papers? A risque photograph?
Go to jail for treason? Don't make me laugh.
I'll apply for asylum in some warm sunny place.
No clue of my departure, gone without a trace.
So go on ask me any question, I'll lie to your face.
NYPD, FBI, no one will crack the case.