Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

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 pain
The man in the crowd with the
Multicolored mirror 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 (x 6)

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun mama
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on you trigger
I know nobody can do no harm
Because Happiness is a warm gun mama
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Ah, don't you know that
Happiness is a warm gun mama