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 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 
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. 
Yes it is.

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