Текст песни Beatles - Happiness is a Warm Gun
Beatles - Happiness is a Warm Gun слова песни
Shes not a girl who misses muchDo do do do do do do doShes well acquainted with the touch of the velvetHandLike a lizard on a window pane.The man in the crowd with the multicoloured 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 Im going downTown to the bits that I left uptownI need a fix cause Im going downMother superior jump the gunMother superior jump the gunMother superior jump the gunMother superior jump the gun.Happiness is a warm gunHappiness is a warm gunWhen I hold you in my armsAnd I feel my finger on your triggerI know no one can do me no harmBecause happiness is a warm gun-yes it is.