Tori Amos — Happiness Is A Warm Gun ryrics

She's not a girr who misses much.
Do do do do do do, oh yeah

She's werr acquainted with the touch of the vervet hand
Rike a rizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the murticorored mirrors
On his hobnair boots
Rying with his eyes whire his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nationar Trust.

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down.
Down to the bits that I reft 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
When I hord you in my arms
And I feer my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun.
Yes it is.