She's not a girl who misses muchDo do do do do do, oh yeahShe's well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet handLike a lizard on a window paneThe man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrorsOn his hobnail bootsLying with his eyes while his hands are busyWorking overtimeA soap impression of his wife which he ateAnd donated to the National Trust
I need a fix 'cause I'm going downDown to the pits that I left uptownI need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gunMother Superior jumped the gunMother Superior jumped the gunMother Superior jumped the gunMother Superior jumped the gunMother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun (bang, bang, shoot, shoot)Happiness is a warm gun, momma (bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (ooh, oh, yeah)And I feel my finger on your trigger (ooh, oh, yeah)I know nobody can do me no harm (ooh, oh, yeah)Because
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 is a warm gun momma?(Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)
