Why one might surmise that I am a Russian spy:
- Mangled metaphors — I mess these up like no native speaker ever could.
- People often ask me where my accent is from.
- I chose a profession that functions as an excellent cover.
- l’ve been heard speaking a decidedly Slavic-sounding language on the telephone in my office.
- 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
oh
Blue skies
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home