Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, you're the best
I wasn't lookin' but somehow you found me
I tried to hide from your love light
But like heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight

And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me
Whenever you hold me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from runnin'

But just keep it comin'
How'd you learn to do the things you do?

Oh, and nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, baby, darlin', you're the best
Baby you're the best
Darlin', you're the best
Baby you're the best

..

it can only be sung by CARLY SIMON

whose brown eyes went blue because of you
and who thought you were so vain

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thinking today's gonna have a James Bond theme somehow or other; give me Daniel Craig anyday - but put him in board shorts, per-lease, despite the moody version of a young Sean Connery (actually, I quite fancied the older version in The Name of the Rose and Highlander, the original Highlander - even tho the competition was very close with the delicious Christophe Lambert) (I'm such a sucker for a Frenchman. . . but we're not my holiday, yet) but if we're segueing into Scotsman it has to be the divine Ewan really, don't you think. . .
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*frowns in contemplation at the choice*

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(so why, oh why, am I suddenly thinking of vicus! who, as far as I know, is neither French, Scottish nor a James Bond actor?) (and yes, shot, I thought of you too)