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

She's well with the touch
Of a velvet hand a lizard on a window pane
Man in the crowd the multicolored mirrors
On his boots

Lying with his eyes, his hands
Are busy overtime
The sole confession of his which he ate
And donated to the National

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

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

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

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

Josephine, do you think you are going
No, you've me that before
And the was no then