Money Penny
Peaking up from her desk
She sees him walk in again
Such an Adonis this suited man
How the butterflies flutter
Does it show? Oh no-
Here he comes to talk
His cologne, his walk
Hello Money Penny
Hello James, been well?
She's not well she thinks
If only he could see me
What a great lover I'd be
Take me James, please
Right here, right now
Always these thoughts and how
She only ever says
M wants to see you straight away
And Q needs you down in the laboratory
When will his time ever be hers?
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