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-Oh-Ah
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh-Oh-Ah

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-Oh-Ah
Miss Moneypenny, Miss Moneypenny, Oh-Oh-Ah

Every job he saves a bone
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 (x2)
All you need to make a movie is a gun and a

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