Two hearts, four lungs, two bodies worth of skin
Everywhere I go, I’m with my Siamese twin
We dance and sing and learn and feel
We joke and play (but can’t cartwheel)

It takes half the time when we say “Hello”
You should hear the four-hand jam on piano
We eat the same foods, we sing the same songs
And it’s really quite rare that we don’t get along

So life’s pretty good, except for one gloom
It can get awkward inside the Ladies Room
Although this is small, it’s still a catastrophe
Because I don’t always need to when she’s got to pee