Happiness Is a Warm Gun

歌詞

She's not a girl, who misses much. Do roo roo roo roo, 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. Happiness is a warm gun, Happiness is a warm gun - ahaa. 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, Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is Happiness is a warm - Yes it is - gun. Happiness is a warm gun...