Happiness Is A Warm Gun

She's not a girl Who misses much Oh yeah She's well aquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on the window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors on his hard nail 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 cuz im going down



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Writer(s): John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
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