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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 his multicoloured mirror on his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime A soap impression which she ate and donated to the Nation Trust I need a fix 'cuz I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cuz 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 Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot) 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, mama Happiness is a warm, yes it is Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama |
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