Miss Moneypenny

Penance for his sin, he locked it in for just a little while

Lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style

It's a dirty job but shooting guns just makes you horny

Wants to spill his seed on guaranteed, service with a smile.

Miss Moneypenny

Miss Moneypenny

Oh

Miss Moneypenny

Miss Moneypenny

Oh

Pitter patter of the eyelid on the first roll of the dice

Feel the atmosphere, it's gently laced with nicotine and spice

It's a long walk home, the entrance of the night is scary

Only trouble is, he never learned to shoot the same gun twice

Miss Moneypenny

Miss Moneypenny

Oh

Miss Moneypenny

Miss Moneypenny

Oh

Every job he saves the girl

Martini, mobile phone

Bastards getting in his way

They're all pushing daisies

All you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl

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