Happiness Is A Warm Gun Lyrics - Alanis Morissette

She's not a girl who misses much 

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 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 nation's trust 

I need a fix cause I'm going down 

Down to the *itch that I left uptown 

I need a fix cause I'm 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