She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man inthe crowd with the mulicolored mirrors
On his hobnail 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
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
When I hold you in my arms
When I feel my finger on your trigger
I know on one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
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