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 multicolored 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 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 jumped the gun 
Mother Superior jumped the gun 
Mother Superior jumped the gun 
Mother Superior jumped the gun 
Mother Superior jumped the gun 
Mother Superior jumped the gun 
 
Happiness is a warm gun 
( bang bang shoot shoot ) 
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is 
(bang bang shoot shoot) 
When I hold you in my arms (oh yes) 
When I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes) 
Don't ya know that nobody can do me no harm 
Because happiness is a warm gun, momma 
Happiness is a warm gun 
-Yes it is. 
Happiness is a warm, yes it is... 
Gun! 
Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)

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