Lyrics Complete, Or Completing - Annuals

Complete, Or Completing

Well I know
I ain’t spoken of love in
A coon’s age
But i can’t help it now
Just helping myself to
Whatever i can
I chose
The softest
Kind of dove
To chase around
To place bound and stout
In a pose
Of arrogance, and loneliness
Of cleanliness
Silence all the clocks tonight
It’s show time, with drinks to spill
Hear my mouth, I’ve got the sounds
To send you back home with peace of mind
Well I pace myself
When marching
Because I tangle up
My legs if I don’t
Slow down
And look at my woman;
Remember that everything is round
Complete, or completing
Silence all the clocks tonight
It’s show time, with drinks to spill
Hear my mouth, I’ve got the sounds
To send you back home with peace of mind