Anders Osborne - Happiness Is a Warm Gun Lyrics
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Happiness Is a Warm Gun
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What Are The Lyrics For Happiness Is a Warm Gun By Anders Osborne?
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 multi-colored 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, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah) I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah) Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun Happiness (bang bang shoot shoot) Well don't you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah). |
Who Wrote Happiness Is a Warm Gun By Anders Osborne?
John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
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What's The Duration Of The Happiness Is a Warm Gun By Anders Osborne?The duration of Happiness Is a Warm Gun is 3:27 minutes and seconds. |
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