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Fourth Arm

[fourth arm: the appendage that never seems to find a comfortable arrangement when two people are lying in bed]

Oh shit, those old clichés – turns out they’re true
And I can’t wipe this stupid grin from my face
But luckily you feel the same way I do
Someone check the stars are all in place

Chorus:
And if we find somewhere to put that fourth arm
The secrets of life would be ours
But I’m just glad this isn’t one more false alarm
Come with me, we’ll while away the hours

Underneath a big umbrella, walking hand in hand
A kiss goodbye that lingers on for days
And I’m just way too happy to want to land
Cynicism starts to fall away

chorus

And I don’t care
Who stares
As we explore this world
And I won’t mind
If you also find
You’re glad you got the girl

I know that no one’s perfect – who’d want to be?
And saints are boring company to keep
But as we begin to build this you-and-me
It feels so right I laugh myself to sleep

chorus

 

Words and music by Lindasusan Ulrich
© 1998 One Word No Dash Music (BMI)


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