She's not a girl, who misses much
Do roo roo roo roo, 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 - ahaa
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm, because …
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