Текст песни Beatles, The - Happiness Is A Warm Gun, слова песни Beatles, The

Текст песни Beatles, The - Happiness Is A Warm Gun

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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 handLike a lizard on a window pane. The 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 down.Down to the bits that I left uptown.I need a fix ‘cause I’m going down.Mother 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.

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Happiness Is A Warm Gun

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