Happiness Is a Warm Gun Lyrics

is a warm gun by john lennon & paul mccartney
performed by the breeders
she's not a girl who misses much
du-du-du-du-du-du - oh yeah
she's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand
like a lizard on a window pane
the man in the crowd with the multicolored 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
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i need a fix cause i'm going down
down to the bits that i left up town
i need a fix cause i'm going down