Monday, November 26, 2012

Sisters, Sisters

There were never such devoted sisters.
Never had to have a chaperone, "No sir!"
I'm there to keep my eye on her.
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress, and I stayed home.
All kinds of weather
We stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two diff'rent faces
But in tight places
We think and we act as one.
Those who've
Seen us
Know that not a thing can come between us.
Many men have tried to split us up but no one can.
Lord help the Mister
Who comes between me and my sister.
And Lord help the sister
Who comes between me and my man.
Irving Berlin

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