Gilby Clarke - Happiness Is a Warm Gun lyrics
[Gilby Clarke - Happiness Is a Warm Gun lyrics]
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah
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-colored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his
Hands are busy working overtime
A soap inpression of his wife
Which he ate and donated
To the National Trust
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bit's that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is
Do do do do do do, oh yeah
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-colored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his
Hands are busy working overtime
A soap inpression of his wife
Which he ate and donated
To the National Trust
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bit's that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is