She's not a girl who misses much. 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 hobnailed boots. Lying with his eyes while his hands. Working over time. A soap impression of his wife which he ate. And donated to the Nation's Trust. I need a fix cause I'm going down. Down to the bitch that I left uptown. I need a fix cause I'm going down. Mother Superior jumped the gun. Mother Superior jumped 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 that nobody can do me no harm. Happiness is a warm gun mama. Happiness is a warm gun