The Beatles 08 Happiness Is A Warm Gun Lyrics
She's not a girl who misses much.
Do do do do do do do Oh yeah!
She's well acquainted with touch of the velvet hand like a lizard
on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with 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 up town.
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,
Mother superior jump the gun,
Mother superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun,
Happiness is a warm gun,
Happiness is a warm gun.
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