Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Happiness is a warm gun (x 2)

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do oh yeah
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do oh yeah

Mother Superior jump the gun (x 4)

Happiness is a warm gun (x 2)

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 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

Happiness is a a warm gun (x 3)
Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun (x 2)

I need a fix cause I'm going down
need a fix cause I'm going down
need a fix cause I'm going down
to the bits that I left uptown

need a fix cause I'm going down
uptown
need a fix cause I'm going down
uptown

Happiness is a, a warm gun (x 3)
Happiness is a warm gun (x 18)