[Intro] [Spoken, smoky female voice] Midnight. The Ritz. One mission. Two agents. And absolutely no professional ethics. [Verse 1] Silk on my skin, diamonds in disguise, A loaded little secret behind my eyes. The Ritz was glowing, the night was mine, I had my target and a perfect line. Then came a shoulder, a velvet smile, A British accent with dangerous style. He said, "Bonsoir, are you lost, mademoiselle?" I said, "Not yet..." and forgot myself. [Pre-Chorus] His cologne was trouble, dark and divine, Something in the air crossed every line. Was it chemistry, or some secret art? Why was I losing a perfectly trained heart? [Chorus] Oh, James, James, what have you done? I came for the mission, you made me run. My cover is broken, my weapons are gone, My little black book now belongs to Bond. Oh, James, James, don't play so nice, You turned my danger into paradise. No more disguises, no alibis, I lost the mission but won the night. [Verse 2] A whisper in French, a hand at my waist, Champagne and temptation, no time to waste. He knew my secrets, or so it seemed, He read my moves like a dangerous dream. He took my weapon with effortless grace, Then stole my composure with one slow embrace. I searched for a weakness, a flaw, a clue, But every investigation led back to you. [Pre-Chorus] Was it pheromones? Was it the scent? Some British weapon I hadn't foreseen? My knees surrendered, my instincts were gone, And somewhere my career was officially done. [Chorus] Oh, James, James, what have you done? I came for the mission, you made me run. My cover is broken, my weapons are gone, My little black book now belongs to Bond. Oh, James, James, don't play so nice, You turned my danger into paradise. No more disguises, no alibis, I lost the mission but won the night. [Instrumental Break] [Seductive saxophone, driving disco bass, orchestral strings, playful whispered vocal ad-libs] [Bridge] License to kill? Darling, not tonight. License to thrill? You got that right. My final report can wait till dawn, The agency called — I'm already gone. No secret code, no getaway car, Just you, me, and the boulevard. [Final Chorus] Oh, James, James, the night is young, The greatest mistake I've ever done. My cover is blown, my mission is through, But I'd break every protocol for you. Oh, James, James, one last surprise, You caught the agent behind her disguise. No more assignments, no more lies, The best damn night in Paris skies! [Outro] [Spoken, breathless and amused] Agent Lucy... Status? [Pause] Professionally compromised. [Whisper] And thoroughly delighted. [End]
