happiness

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
Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd with the
Multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime

A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust

I need a fix cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun