Lyrics Mouse - Quickspace

Mouse

If I’m as quiet as a mouse
Will you let me in your house
Snow is settling in my hair
I want to sit down on a chair
I’ll be as quiet a mouse
He doesn’t want me in his house
My heart is warm and he likes you
And he’s got nothing else to do
He’s not subtle, he’s not calm
He really tends to chance his arm
If the burglar gets me first
And that’s a curse
If I’m as quiet as a mouse
Will you let me in your house
Snow is settling in my hair
I want to sit down on a chair
I’ll be as quiet a mouse
He doesn’t want me in his house
My heart is warm and he likes you
And he’s got nothing else to do
He’s not subtle, he’s not calm
He really tends to chance his arm
If the burglar gets me first
And that’s a curse
You’re not subtle, you’re not calm
You really tend to chance your arm
You’re not perfect, I suppose
But you’re my rose