Is there a right pace
For these things to take place?
If it feels all right
I could be in your arms every night
I don't care what everybody has to say about it
I do your laundry and have your front-door key in my pocket
Some things just feel secure
You don't have to think about it when you're mature
No guts, no glory
I wouldn't get anywhere if I acted too carefully
There just ain't a better feeling in this world
Than being in the arms of Mister Curls
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