(Barkam/Adams) 



Taking our own sweet time 

Love, it comes easy 

Nothing better to do 

Baby, just me and you 

Taking our own sweet time



People forget that they're young

Everything's old pat

'Cause they don't know where it's at

We got the secret of life in the palm of our hand

We don't bury our heads in the sand

And we don't make any plans



Taking our own sweet time

Living is breezy

If you know how to slow down

And take a look around

Brothers and sisters



Why run around like a chicken without a head

When you can relax in your bed

Why should we go by the clock each and every day

Just let your heart lead the way

And think of the games we can play