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. Mother Superior jump the gun. Mother Superior jump the gun. Mother Superior jump the gun. Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot). Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot). When I hold you in my arms (oooh yeah!). And I feel my finger on your trigger. I know NOBODY can do me no harm. Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot). Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot). Happiness is warm yes it is.... Guuuuuun!!. (Happiness... Bang bang shoot shoot). But don't you know that happiness!! (Happiness...). Is a warm gun!. (Is a warm gun yeah!)