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      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                                                         Am
 The man in the crowd, with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots.
Dm6                                                    Am
 Lying with his eyes, while his hands are busy working overtime
Dm6                                                              Am
 A soap impression of his wife, which he ate, and donated to the National Trust.

 A7    A7      C   Am

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.   (Play three times)

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)
Fm                  N.C.
 Happiness is a warm, yes it is...
      C           Am   F       G
 Gun.       (Happiness... bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
 
 Well don't you know that 
C      Am        F           G             C
 Happiness is a warm gun, momma.
     (Happiness...          is a warm gun, yeah!)