Happiness Is a Warm Gun

She's not a girl who misses much
do do do do do do doo, 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
(bang, bang, shoot shoot)
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.

written by John Lennon, Paul McCartney; original by The Beatles
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