Miss Moneypenny - By Amy Court and Joey Daigneault

Oh James
I’m getting tired of the charade
Just like I always said I would
So when you save the world today
Won’t you come home to me for good?

I’ve been perfecting my martinis
And they’re shaken, never stirred
I’ve got a drawer full of bikinis
I’m just waiting for the words

“Oh Miss Moneypenny,
don’t you know I love you and I always will
Yeah, Miss Moneypenny
Can’t get enough of you”
And I will be your Bond girl

Oh James
You know you’re often far away
And I’m often on my own
I know you hate to hear me say it
But I hate to be alone

You talk like romance is a language
And like love is a disease
You can talk your way around it
But if you feel for me say:

“Oh Miss Moneypenny
Don’t you know I love you, and I always will
Yeah, Miss Moneypenny
Can’t get enough of you”
And I will be your Bond girl

Between the secrets and the lies
Between the subjects and the spies
Let it be just you for me
Just you for me
Just you for…

Oh Miss Moneypenny
Don’t you know I love you, and I always will
Yeah Miss Moneypenny
Can’t get enough of you
And I will be your Bond Girl
Oh James
Oh James
Oh James