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She's not a girl who misses
Do do do, oh

well acquainted with the touch
Of a velvet hand like a lizard on a pane
Man in the with the multicolored mirrors
On his boots

Lying his eyes, while his hands
Are working overtime
The sole confession of his wife he ate
And to the National Trust

I a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the abyss that left up town
I need a fix 'cause I'm going

Superior, jump the gun
Mother Superior, the gun
Superior, jump the gun

Mother Superior, the gun
Mother Superior, the gun
Mother Superior, the gun

is a warm gun
Happiness is a gun
Happiness is a gun
Happiness is a gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)

Josephine, do you think you are bald?
No, you've asked me before
And the was no then