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 multi-colored 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, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) When I
hold you in my arms (oh, yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh,
yeah) I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah) Because, (happiness) is
a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun Happiness
(bang bang shoot shoot)
Well don't you know that happiness (happiness) is
a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).