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The Correspondents
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Rose And Jane
From between their mother's thighs They were squeezing, pushing, scrunched eyes and wild cries Gosh, look at their wisp of blooded curls Congratulations, two bouncing baby girls So a pair of lives began from one single egg To make the same feline face, the same length of leg Bestowed with the same grace, the same smile, the same hands The same hair, the same skin, with some the same chance
The same light lovely lilt when they speak The same laugh that starts with the same small squeak Followed by a blush of the same soft cheeks Rose and Jane Never apart, and so they say They thought they'd play a naughty game To match their makeup, hairs and clothes And orchestrate so nobody know they're two Attack team - carefully planned To be used in a party with an especially handsome man
Rose would meet and greet and flirt and smile And slip away for a little while I need a drink, I need the loo I need to do what ladies do That's rich And Jane returns without the slightest stitch They guess what their sister said - I dance - a dance And the suitors too believe that they are one He even finds the loops of conversation rather fun
Flirt, swap, flirt Kiss, swap, kiss I'll take you back home, I'll meet you there, little tiss Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Between the sheets Jane leaves while Rose slides in To finish what was started by her next of kin
This was a game no more This was a game no more This was a game no more...
For Rose, the evening was just a double dare But for Jane, this was a night of deep despair She had fallen in love, and she didn't want to share She didn't want to share She didn't want to share
They were alone in the bar Thrumming, Rose said that they should wake up With all three of them in bed She wanted to reveal that they had fooled him all night Jane pleaded with her, saying it didn't feel right If he knows he'll only see us as the deviant pair He'll never understand that I really, too, care Can't you see that I have never felt this way before? Rose smiled, and opened up the bedroom door And he saw Jane and Rose Rose and Jane Jane and Rose, Rose and Jane...
To feel the deepest envy, such a shame To despise your twin through a cunning little game Jealousy and envy, what a shame To hate your other half through a cunning little game
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