Sisters - Sparks

There’s a round-up at the love corral

And the air is full of dust

And I think it’s going pretty well

But I’m 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 they’ll 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 get it right?

There’s a double moon up in the sky

And it’s shining down on me

And I know that I’m a lucky guy

That’s 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

My arms are full, my lips are sore

By morning we could face the light

And I know if I was wrong for you

I would feel a little down

Well it wouldn’t 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

Sisters

Sisters

Sisters