| 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 |
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