Happiness Is A Warm Gun
A song by Lennon & McCartney
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She's not a girl who misses much,
Do do do do do do do Oh yeah
She's well aquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hob-nail boots
Down to the bits I left up town
Mother Superior jump the gun - Mother Superior jump the gun
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
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun