We Make a Pair

You're so sweet
The way you get up in the morning with me
You have tea
While I stare into my cup of coffee

But you and me
Get into trouble easily
It's all your fault
You're supposed to be the one with the good sense
You disable all of my defenses

You're so chic
I love the way you wear your hair short darling
Don't you think
We make a pair when we walk down the street

But you and me
Get into trouble easily
It's all your fault
You're supposed to be the one with the good sense
We'll stick together 'til the bitter end