She´s not a girl who misses much
Du du du du du du Oh yeah
She´s well acquainted with the touch
Of the velvet handlike a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with
The multicolored 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 goin´ down,
Down to the bits that I left up town
I need a fix ´cause I´m goin´ 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, mama
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm, because
Happiness is a warm gun mama