Penance for his sin, he locked it in for just a little while
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lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style
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it's a dirty job but shooting guns just makes you horny
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wants to spill his seed on guaranteed, service with a smile.
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Miss Moneypenny
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Miss Moneypenny
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Oh
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Miss Moneypenny
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Miss Moneypenny
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Oh
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Pitter patter of the eyelid on the first roll of the dice
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feel the atmosphere, it's gently laced with nicotine and spice
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it's a long walk home, the entrance of the night is scary
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only trouble is, he never learned to shoot the same gun twice
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Miss Moneypenny
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Miss Moneypenny
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Oh
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Miss Moneypenny
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Miss Moneypenny
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Oh
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Every job he saves the girl
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martini, mobile phone
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bastards getting in his way
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they're all pushing daisies
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All you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl
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0898 007 [repeat]
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Miss Money Penny
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