Beatles Happiness is a warm gun lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a windoe pane

Then man in the crowd with the mulitcoloured mirrors
On his hobail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of is wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

I need a fix'cause I'm going down
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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
Happiness is a warom gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is