Am7 Am6 Emadd9 Em She's not a girl who misses much. Am7 Am6 Emadd9 Em Do-do-do-do-do-do, oh yeah. Dm6 She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand, Am Like a lizard on a window pane. Dm6 The man in the crowd, Am with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots. Dm6 Lying with his eyes, Am while his hands are busy working overtime Dm6 A soap impression of his wife, Am which he ate, and donated to the National Trust. A7 I need a fix, 'cause I'm going down, Down to the bits that I left uptown. C Am I need a fix 'cause I'm going down. A7 C Mother Superior, jump the gun, A7 G Mother Superior, jump the gun. C Am F Happiness is a warm gun G C (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Am F G Happiness is a warm gun, momma. C (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Am F G When I hold you in my arms, C Am F G And I feel my finger on your trigger, C Am F G I know nobody can do me no harm, C Because C Am F G Happiness is a warm gun, momma. C (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Am F G Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is. Fm (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm, yes it is... Gun. (Happiness... bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Well don't you know that Happiness is a warm gun, momma. (Happiness... is a warm gun, yeah!) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am Am6 A7 Am7 C Dm Dm6 Em F Fm G |