Saturday, May 12, 2012

SISTERS, SISTERS

Sisters, sisters,
there never were such devoted sisters.
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir
I'm here to keep my eye on her.
Caring, sharing, every little thing that we are wearing.
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome,
she wore the dress and I stayed home.
These two sisters made me think of the Song from White Christmas.




All kinds of weather, we stick together.
The same in the rain and sun.
Two different faces, but in tight places
we think and we act like 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.