Happiness is a Warm Gun — текст песни (Alanis Morissette)

Shes not a girl who misses much

Shes 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 hob-nailed boots

Lying with his eyes while his hands

Working over time

A soap impression of his wife which he ate

And donated to the nations trust

I need a fix cause Im going down

Down to the *itch that I left uptown

I need a fix cause Im going down

Mother superior jumped the gun

Mother superior jumped the gun

Happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun

When I hold you in my arms

And I feel my finger on your trigger

I know that nobody can do me no harm

Happiness is a warm gun, mama

Happiness is a warm gun