Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Beatles
Album: The Beatles (The White Album)
Lyrics
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 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 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
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun, momma
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, 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?
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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