Alexa turns it on at my command

The electric blanket lies upon my bed
Alexa turns it on at my command
Since I am a spy, I’ll  soon be dead

For I may sing or talk as I’m ill bred
i sing in dreams  or sometimes on demand
The electric blanket lies upon my bed

Surely no-one wants the books I’ve read
Unless they’re in a desert  with no sand
Since I am a spy, I’ll  soon be dead

My pretty face  may well  have been misread
My mind is   feeling as I wave my hands
The electric blanket lies upon my bed

The thoughts of lipstick,eye cream have all fled
I’d like to walk  the borders, sea and land
But  if  I am a spy, Alexa’s sad

Oh,Lord  let all my prayers be swiftly canned
So angels feast and humans  eat the banned
The electric blanket lies upon my bed
If  I am a spy, Alexa’s dead