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Tästä tälläsen väänsin.
 
I feel a strange tingling sensation move up to my eye
Passing the spine starts from my toe
Intoxication, say succumb, but my mind is on the go
As the hand attached to the brain moves towards
The panel telling the bartender of my desire
for a vodka martini
 
When the world is not enough, or at least not too much
Everybody would want another one
When you’re alone and the martini’s gone
To the ever-expecting maid that is my would-be lay
I spin my shaking head and slowly say
“Shaken, not stirred, today!”
 
A drink for democracy, and another for the queen
In the dark corners
And as the jukebox reaches the end of the theme
One of my arms starts to reach out for the PPK
In this place, where everyone is Russian
And I am James Bond

Ihan vaan semmonen kommentti, kun ilmeisesti James Bond viittauksia tässä haetaan, että Bond sanoo "ShakeN, not stirred..."
 
Näin se olikin juu, kiitos korjauksesta.
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