Happiness Is A Warm Gun by The Beatles (original 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 the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multi-colored 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 jump the gun
mother superior jump the gun
mother superior jump the gun
mother superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
when i hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)
and i feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah)
i know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)
because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
happiness (bang bang shoot shoot)
Well don't you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).
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