Happiense is a warm gun

the beatles from í´the beatlesí¶

sheí†s not a girl who misses much.

do do do do do do, oh yeah

sheí†s well acquainted 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 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 í¦cause ií†m going down.

down to the bits that i left uptown.

i need a fix í¦cause ií†m going down.

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

i know nobody can do me no harm

because happiness is a warm gun.

yes it is.