It was a bad idea, I discovered,
when your bravado charmed me at first sight.
There is no price for what we give each other.
Your loyalty while I was undercover
amazed this opportunist. So unsafe,
it was a bad idea. I discovered
your trust in me as we helped one another.
For cars or training, rescue day or night
there is no price. For what we give each other
no fee, no debt, no counting. For no other
would I have turned assassin on that night.
It was a bad idea to discover
how I need you. A mercenary lover
is not what you deserve. I know too late:
there is no price for what we give. Each other
time we meet I struggle to recover
a priceless treasure though the cost is great.
Come test this bad idea and discover
that there is no price for what we give each other.