Uploaded on January 26, 2015 Happiness is a Warm Gun - The Beatles Shes not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do- oh yeah! Shes well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multicolored 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 Im going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix cause Im 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 is a warm gun, momma 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, momma Happiness is a warm gun -Yes, it is. Happiness is a warm, yes it is... Gun! BANG, BANG, SHOOT, SHOOT, Well, dont you know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? Category Music
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 15:39:32 +0000