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
