Happiness is a Warm Gun - John Lennon Beatles

Happiness is a Warm Gun - The Beatles 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 multicoloured 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