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 Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Mother Superior jumps the gun Mother Superior jumps the gun Mother Superior jumps the gun Mother Superior jumps the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun (Bang,Bang, Shoot, Shoot) Happiness is a warm gun (Bang,Bang, Shoot, Shoot) When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun (Bang,Bang, Shoot, Shoot) Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm - yes it is - Gun. Happiness is a warm gun (Bang,Bang, Shoot, Shoot)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
