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Lyrics for 'Happiness Is A Warm Gun' by 'Alanis Morissette'
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
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 Hob-nailed Boots
Lying With His Eyes While His Hands
Working Over Time
A Soap Impression Of His Wife Which He Ate
And Donated To The Nation's Trust
I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
Down To The *itch That I Left Uptown
I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
Mother Superior Jumped The Gun
Mother Superior Jumped The Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
When I Hold You In My Arms
And I Feel My Finger On Your Trigger
I Know That Nobody Can Do Me No Harm
Happiness Is A Warm Gun, Mama
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
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