Her

She wears chunky jewellery
With her hair let down loose
Crazy make up combinations
But she makes them look cool

She’s got rosy breadth
And a touch that heals
She’ll steal any man
With an eye to eye meet



So when she gets closer, I take the name of the lord
Thank god she’s my twin sister and I’m just a tad better looking than her
Ow!

A Dolce and Gabana,
She’s got it rich like her mama,
Everything she touches is pure gold,
Eh-very-day (Everyday) a table for two,
In a city that’s new,
She likes it rough and likes it bold

Thank god, thank god
Thank god, thank god

I know her weakness
She’s got the hots for what’s mine
But I’m daddy’s girl, yeah
I can handle things just fine

And when she tries to make her move, I take the name of the lord
Thank god she’s my twin sister and I’m just a tad smarter than her

Thank god, thank god
(Thank god, thank god)
Thank god, thank god
(Thank god, thank god)

Thank god she’s my twin sister and I’m just a tad more musical than her ;)

Copyright (c) 2012, Deepa Seshadri