( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )

She's not a girl who misses much.
Do do do do do do do Oh yeah!

She's well acquainted with touch of the velvet hand like a lizard
on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with 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 up town.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down.
Mother superior jump the gun,
Mother superior jump the gun,
Mother superior jump the gun,

To be continued...