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The Beatles Miscellaneous Happiness Is A Warm Gun 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 pain The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirror 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 jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun 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 mama When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on you trigger I know nobody can do no harm Because Happiness is a warm gun mama Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun Ah, don't you know that Happiness is a warm gun mama |
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