Happiness Is a Warm Gun - The Beatles

She's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane Man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes, while his hands are busy working overtime The sole confession of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the abyss that I've left up town 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 Mother Superior, jump the gun Mother Superior, jump the gun Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Josephine, do you think you are going bald? No, you've asked me that before and the answer was no, then

Wasted again I'm lost and this road has no end Flipped eyes and soul The sun now appears to be home Clouds are walking down with me The cold black night swallows everything And now There's something pushing inside of me The further is far away like everything My legs are so heavy My hands are asleep but now A warm feel is running inside of me A warm feel is running inside of me A warm feel is running inside of me A warm feel is running inside of me A warm feel is running inside of me

I feel lighter in the waistline With no hands around me, no spit in my teeth No, I'm not your daydream, I won't have your baby Stop 'cause you're killin' my vibe It's a shot in the dark, I'm not a walk in the park I come loaded with the safety switched off This girl is a gun and we've been havin' some fun And I can show you if you turn the lights on I keep waitin' for luck to come swallow me up I feel better when the boys stop callin' I keep fallin' in love, but this measurin' cup Is overflowin' with the same damn problems This girl is a gun, before you know it, it's done And you'll be wishin' that you crossed your fingers Oh, but God, is it fun when you can have more than one So let me show you how to touch my trigger My newest baby's testin' me lately Makin' me crazy from mornin' to evenin' I cannot take it, I love it, I break it Need it, leave it if I believe it's a waste of my Time is a blessin', to me, it's a lesson And I can't be stressin' to give you attention 'Cause, oh, it's never enough, so I'm givin' you up And you'll be better with a nice girl, darlin' I keep waitin' for luck to come swallow me up I feel better when the boys stop callin' I keep fallin' in love, but this measurin' cup Is overflowin' with the same damn problems (Yeah) This girl is a gun, before you know it, it's done And you'll be wishin' that you crossed your fingers Oh, but God, is it fun when you can have more than one So let me show you how to touch my trigger I keep waitin' for luck to come swallow me up I feel better when the boys stop callin' I keep fallin' in love, but this measurin' cup Is overflowin' with the same damn problems This girl is a gun, before you know it, it's done And you'll be wishin' that you crossed your fingers Oh, but God, is it fun when you can have more than one So let me show you how to touch my trigger.

I been told when a boy kiss a girl Take a trip around the world Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, boys Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy! (alright, George!) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, aaahhh Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy Boys Don't ya know I mean boys Boys Aaahhh, aaahhh...