Happiness is a Warm Gun - текст песни
Happiness is a Warm Gun
She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do do She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a windoe pane
Then man in the crowd with the mulitcoloured mirrors On his hobail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression of is 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 Happiness is a warom 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
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