We're both O.C.D. because things should be done a certain way
And I am a packrat, like you, because yes, I will use that again
We prefer Coke, though I like mine sweet; I choose vanilla over Jack
Our reaction to surprise is the same, frozen in place with an expression of shock
We both have a temper, for sure, and hate to admit we're wrong
Our smart alec sense of humor remains our greatest weapon
We both love bbq'd anything, though we stay divided on seafood
When we laugh hard enough, it turns high-pitched and tears flow
I share your eyes,nose, and of course, ridiculously white skin
But know that I will continue to fight because Lady Gaga is not hot
And I vow to make you love chocolate like a normal person should