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| (B. Walkenhorst) This is the story of siamese twins Where one fellow stops and another one begins Joined at the head and the finger and the toe With two completely separate vascular-cardio Systems going on underneath one skin This is the story of siamese twins This is the story of siamese twins How a man can be two places at once When he's home with his lover he's away Viewing through a two-way mirror Everything's skewing into distorted visions Of women-for-men Coke-bottle lenses for the siamese twins This is the story of the double-life How you can take one love Make her your wife Yet hold onto this image of a fantasty world Where every woman looks like a teenage girl And thin is to die for, age is sin Hate yourself, suggested the siamese twins This is the story of the two-headed coin With a flip-flop double-drop triple-goocher going Try matching wits with yourself someday Stare yourself down without looking away Rock-paper-scissors, take it on the chins Siamese twins |