Songs Title ： birds of a feather

Where she walks no flowers bloom

He ＇ s the one I see right through

She ＇ s the abscess on my lip

The splinter in my fingertip

But who could do without you

And who could do without you

She the sea I ＇ m sinkin ＇ in

He ＇ s the ink under my skin

Sometimes I cain ＇ t tell where I am

Where I leave off and he begins

But who could do without you

And who could do without you

Oh we ＇ re a pretty pretty pair

Yes we are

All all the king ＇ s horses

And all of his men

Couldn ＇ t tear us apart

Dancing with a ball and chain

Through it all we still remain

Butterflies around the flame

Till ashes ashes we fade away

End