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Lyrics for 'Happiness Is A Warm Gun' by 'Beatles'
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do
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
Town 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 Warm 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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