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You were never found to be backward
Or wanting in any way
You were hidden so cleverly in love
What scheme did you obey!
And I know why you go so slow
You had such strange disappointments
Too bare against the paint
You knew the handle was broken
And your strong arm was faint
And I know why you go so slow
Your tired empire's fallen
Victim to your unease
You could make yourself so useful
If you'd get on your knees
And I know why you go so slow