(música dos Beatles). 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 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 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. 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.. Yes it is.