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Happiness Is A Warm Gun
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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
full lyrics...
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
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
varying tempo and time signatures
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
minor key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
electric rhythm guitars
a dynamic male vocalist
subtle use of acoustic piano
abstract lyrics
vocal harmonies
intricate arranging

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
I need a fix ‘cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
She's well acquainted
Like a lizard on a window pane
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
(Happiness is a warm gun yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger
(Happiness, bang bang, shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun mama
Because happiness is a warm gun mama
Do do do do do do, oh, yeah
(Ooo, oh yeah)
Multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
She's not a girl who misses much
I know nobody can do me no harm
Down to the bits that I left uptown
The man in the crowd with the
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
Which he ate and donated to the National Trust
Publishers: SONY BEATLES LTD, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC
(Ooo, oh yeah)
A soap impression of his wife
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
I need a fix ‘cause I'm going down
Lying with his eyes
Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun mama
While his hands are busy working overtime
(Oh yeah)
When I hold you in my arms
(Bang bang, shoot shoot)
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Songwriters: John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
With the touch of the velvet hand
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