Happiness is a warm Gun - The Beatles

Lennon - McCartney

She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do do do do

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 over time

A soap impression of his wife wich he hate

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

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

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

But don't you know that happiness is a warm gun

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