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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. 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 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, yes it is. When I hold you in my arms, when I feel my finger on your trigger. Don't you know, nobody can do me no harm. Because happiness is a warm gun, momma. Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is. Happiness is a warm, yes it is... Gun! Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? From Letras Mania