Happiness Is A Warm Gun
She‘s not a girl who misses much
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Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah
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She‘s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
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The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
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On his hobnail boots
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Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
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Working overtime
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A soap impression of his wife which he ate
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And donated to the National Trust
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I need a fix cos I‘m going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
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I need a fix cos I‘m going down
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Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun
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Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun C A G
Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun
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Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
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Happiness is a warm gun, mama
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
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When I hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah)
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And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah)
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I know no one can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah)
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Because happiness is a warm gun, mama
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
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Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
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Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
(Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
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Well, don‘t you know happiness is a warm gun, mama?
(Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)