Paroles de Happiness is a warm gun

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do- oh yea!
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 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 jumped the gun
Mother superior jumped the gun

Mother superior jumped the gun
Mother superior jumped the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun, momma
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, momma
Happiness is a warm gun
-yes it is.
Happiness is a warm, yes it is...
Gun!
Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?