Happiness Is A Warm Gun |
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(Lennon/McCartney) She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do do, oh yeah. She's well acquainted with touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with multicoloured mirrors On his nobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the National Trust. I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun… Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun, mama, When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun, Happiness is a warm gun, mama.. - Yes it is. |
