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Happiness Is a Warm Gun
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She's not a girl, who misses much.
Do roo roo roo roo, oh yeah.
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail 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 Nation 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.
Mother Superior jump the gun,
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun,
Happiness is a warm gun - ahaa.
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,
Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is
Happiness is a warm - Yes it is - gun.
Happiness is a warm gun...
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