Complete or Completing

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.
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 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