The Breeders - Happiness Is A Warm Gun lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted With the touch of a velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane Man in the crowd With the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes While his hands are busy Working overtime The sole confession 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've 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 Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun