Am I me or am I you? Do we fit together like a shoe, and so well that no one can tell? Am I the one that rings your bell, or the one that tells your enemies to go to H- - -!? Is it true, do you love me or do I love you? Is that Poo Poo platter to be shared by two? Is that Reuben sandwich to be also shared, if Kosher for you, then I am glad?
Are you happy when I’m sad, joyful when I’m mad? Ticked off when I fill my big boy toy bin and your thinking, my what a sin.
When the night comes and sensuality weaves its charms, will we find ourselves again in each other’s arms? I’m both your thoughts combined, and what else could be on your mind for me to find?
