She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do oh yeah She is 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 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 mama 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
