Her glass eyes sparkle when they are lying She's got that face of instant regret She's oh so confidential, not very sentimental Her perfume lingers where she's been sleeping The misty morning hides her disguise Is she behind the curtain? Nobody knows for certain Slow down Victoriana Be my partner in crime (It's such a fine line) Leave your alias at the door It's nearly double-crossing time There's a superficial elegance to her demeanour Artificial intelligence is her caviar There's camouflage and cocktails, espionage and blackmail Slow down Victoriana Be my partner in crime (It's such a fine line) Leave your alias at the door It's nearly double-crossing time And though there's no good reason to doubt her There's a flavour of treason about her It should come as no surprise, she'll never say goodbye Slow down Victoriana Be my partner in crime (It's such a fine line) Leave your alias at the door It's nearly double-crossing time