(Who was that young person that you suggested? The young lady's name minister is Modesty Blaise Modesty Blaise, Modesty Blaise, Modesty Blaise... We must have Modesty Blaise) When I was very confident back in '98 All those books from my science class Well they all had to wait I was cought by adventure and by a comic face Yeah I was falling in love you see In a violent pace Calling her name, Modesty Blaise I didn't care about friends then But I was at a TV Most of all I had heard of her And on the silver screen I could watch her running I fallow her chase Took on every great danger I just wispered her name So she would stay, Modesty Blaise Without trace Where did you go, Modesty Blaise I was spending my evenings Staring at her face Thinking no I would never Let her love go to waste All of her way, Modesty Blaise Modesty Blaise Modesty Blaise (I thought you'd be pleased. After Paris? We weren't on the same side.)