Complete, Or Completing - Annuals

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