She's not a girl who misses much She's not a girl who misses much
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
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 wide open And the hands busy working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the national trust
Hey, I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun
I need a fix cause I'm going down I need a fix cause I'm going down I need a fix cause I'm going down To the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown Need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown
Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a, a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun [repeat until end]
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