Happiness Is A Warm Gun (The Gun Mix)

歌詞

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 multi-coloured mirror's 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 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 ... Happiness is a warm gun 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 is a warm gun, mama Happiness is a warm gun, yes, it is Happiness is a warm ? yes it is ? gun Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama? (Yeah)