Bug a Martini, send me to Moscow
Lounge and return, echo can't hear you
And as you wander through perfume and pathways
Your version coercion
My version elixir of quietude
Line up the dots
Music to spy to, music to die to
Spanking your lime over the crushed ice
Using the triad to counter measure
You can't see my face, dead letter box please
Your version coercion
My version elixir of quietude
Line up the dots
Music to spy to, music to die to
Bug a Martini, send me to Moscow
Bug a Martini, send me to Moscow
Bug a Martini, send me to Moscow
Send me to Moscow

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