She's not a girl who misses much Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multi~coloured 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 Nation 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 Mother Superior jump the gun Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun oh yeah When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm
Is a warm gun, oh yeah Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm Yes it is Gun