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      0898 007   [Unverified]