The Beatles - Happiness Is A Warm Gun (lennon/mccartney) lyrics

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 national trust. I need a fix 'cause i'm going down Town 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.