The Beatles - Happiness Is A Warm Gun Lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, 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.

Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun 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 -Yes it is.

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