Джеймс Бонд. Коллекция

Verse 2:

See him move through smoke and mirrors,

Feel his presence in the crowd.

Other girls, they gather around him,

If I had him I wouldn’t let him out.

Goldeneye, not lace or leather,

Golden chain take him to the spot.

Goldeneye, I’ll show him forever,

It’ll take forever to see what I’ve got.

You’ll never know

How I watched you from the shadows as a child.

You’ll never know

How it feels to get so close and be denied.

It’s a gold and honey trap,

A go for you tonight.

Revenge, it’s a kiss,

This time I won’t miss,

Now I’ve got you in my sights

With a Goldeneye,

Golden, Goldeneye,

With a Goldeneye.

Goldeneye.