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 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 Nation Trust. I need a fix cause I'm going down. Down to the bits 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 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 happiness is a warm gun mama. Happiness is a warm gun Yes it is. Happiness is a warm Yes it is Gun. Don't you know that happiness. Is a warm gun mama