Oh Blue skies…

Why one might surmise that I am a Russian spy:

  1. Mangled metaphors — I mess these up like no native speaker ever could.
  2. People often ask me where my accent is from.
  3. I chose a profession that functions as an excellent cover.
  4. l’ve been heard speaking a decidedly Slavic-sounding language on the telephone in my office.
  5. I am surprisingly nimble for someone of my (alleged) age and stature.

I know it is just a matter of time before I am sent back home. Too bad really since I have grown to love you backward and naive Canadians.

’cause I’ve seen
Blue skies
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home

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