you're so sweet
the way you get up in the morning with me
you have tea
while I stare into my cup of coffee
but you and me
get into trouble easily
it's all your fault
you're supposed to be the one with the good sense
you disable all of my defenses
you're so sheik (?)
I love the way you where your hair short darling
don't you think
we make a pair when we walk down the street
but you and me
get into trouble easily
it's all your fault
you're supposed to be the one with the good sense
we'll stick together 'til the bitter end