Happiness is a Warm Gun (Lennon/McCartney) текст, Beatles артист, альбом The Beatles (White Album)
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Happiness is a Warm Gun (Lennon/McCartney) song lyrics


 
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Альбом  The Beatles (White Album)

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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 
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
                            Town 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
                            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.

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