Dumbledore's Daughter

No one would think That I look good in pink. Or send me symbols in code. But sometimes it feels frightfully real that My measurements are exposed. Now an Arab spy, could he be a nice guy?  A regular Bond in disguise?  But back to real life! With vague distrust and mortal disgust, The armory captures the line.  Angelic ringin', victims a' screamin', Bicyclin' straight to the pool.   Could I stay?  with that vest yanked away?  Do the dots mean a special has come? 

Tune: Annie Mae Meter: 89108 Title: The Hope of the Nations Regret is like the magic of family. The love of a pet. Like Redbeard come back, Manipulations in turn Sparking the yearning For love ever learning.