She`s not a girl who misses much Du du du du du du 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 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
I need a fix `cause I`m goin` down,
down to the bits that I left up town
I need a fix `cause I`m goin` down.
Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump the gun. (3X)
half tempo, still 3/4 time, lyrics in
are spoken, with "oo" etc in back
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)