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She's not a girl who misses much, |
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Do do do do do do do Oh yeah |
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She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand |
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Like a lizard on a window pane |
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The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hob-nail boots |
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Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working over-time |
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A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust |
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I need a fix 'cause I'm going down |
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Down to the bits I left up town |
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I need a fix 'cause I'm going down |
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Mother Superior jump the gun - Mother Superior jump the gun |
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Mother Superior jump the gun - Mother Superior jump the gun |
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Mother Superior jump the gun - Mother Superior jump the gun |
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Happiness is a warm gun |
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Happiness is a warm gun |
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When I hold you in my arms |
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And I feel my finger on your trigger |
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I know no-one can do me no harm because: |
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Happiness is a warm gun |
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Happiness is a warm gun |
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Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun! |
