Sisters

Theres a round-up at the love corral
And the air is full of dust
And I think its going pretty well
But Im trying to adjust
As we walk along the boulevard
With a hand in hand in hand
And who cares if people stare at us
Cause theyll never understand
Sisters Where is the jealousy, is it there
Sisters Is this a felony anywhere
Who cares
I see a double moon in the sky
Sisters An oversupply
Do I have to be a diplomat
When I hear you fuss and fight
Do I have to be an acrobat
As I try to set it right
Theres a double moon up in the sky
And its shining down on me
And I know that
Im a lucky guy
Thats my biography
Sisters Where is the jealousy, is it there
Sisters Is this a felony anywhere
Who cares
I see a double moon in the sky
Sisters An oversupply
Arms are full
Lips are sore
By morning we could face the light
I would feel a little down
Well it wouldnt be disastrous
I would still have you around
Sisters Where is the jealousy, is it there
Sisters Is this a felony anywhere
Who cares
I see a double moon in the sky
Sisters An oversupply