The Beatles

The Beatles - Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

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She`s not a girl who misses much 
        Do do do do do do do do 
        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 Nation 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 
        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 no one can do me no harm 
        Because happiness is a warm gun 
        Yes it is.
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Copyrights:

Author: Lennon / McCartney

Composer: Lennon / McCartney

Publisher: World Records Limited

Details:

Released in: 1981

Language: English

Covered by: Tori Amos (2001)

Appearing on: The Beatles (The White Album) (1968)

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