George Harrison - Happiness Is a Warm Gun lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 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 [Verse 2] I need a fix because I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix because I'm going down Mother Superior jumped the gun [Verse 3] Happiness (is a warm gun) Bang, bang, shoot, shoot Happiness (is a warm gun, momma) Bang, bang, shoot, shoot [Outro] When I hold you in my arms And when I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm Because: Happiness is a warm gun