Maybe I don´t actually know you,
once we never actually meet “yet”,
Maybe we will never really do,
Even though we are longing for that…
Maybe I am not exactly that spy you think,
and probably I am just an ordinary girl,
who walks from time to time into your dream,
and far from you just kisses and melts.
Maybe I have no license to kill,
as surely you must have felt.
My licenses are beyond my will,
Now, you tell me: what about if you,
so gently as you usually do,
gives me the license to fill,
your dreams and body wills
with fever, fire and blood?
Just get in the mood,
This 007 has license to get,
not a dry martini, but your blood,
shaken, not stirred…
You can bet.