She's not a girl who misses much
Oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of a 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 abyss that I've left up town
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 bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (oo-oo yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (oo-oo yeah)
I know no one can do me no harm (oo-oo yeah)
Because happiness is a warm gun (happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun (happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is
Happiness is a warm gun (happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
You know happiness, is a warm gun (happiness is a warm gun, mama)
Happiness is a warm gun (oh yeah, it's a warm, la-ah-ah, oh)
Is a warm gun
