Happiness is a Warm Gun - текст песни
Happiness is a Warm Gun
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 pane The man in the crowd with the Multi-colored mirrors On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap inpression 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
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