Текст песни Alanis Morissette - Happiness is a Warm Gun
Alanis Morissette - Happiness is a Warm Gun слова песни
Shes not a girl who misses muchShes well acquainted with the touch of the velvet handLike a lizard on a window paneThe man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrorsOn his hob-nailed bootsLying with his eyes while his handsWorking over timeA soap impression of his wife which he ateAnd donated to the nations trustI need a fix cause Im going downDown to the *itch that I left uptownI need a fix cause Im going downMother superior jumped the gunMother superior jumped the gunHappiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunWhen I hold you in my armsAnd I feel my finger on your triggerI know that nobody can do me no harmHappiness is a warm gun, mamaHappiness is a warm gun