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Beatles Happiness is a Warm Gun Lyrics:


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 whee
Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd with the
multicolored 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 (x6)

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
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know that no body can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warmgun, Mama
(bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Happiness is a warm gun
Yes it is
Happiness is a warm,
yes it is,
guuun

Well don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, Mama