Mouse - Quickspace

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