There is a little girl, and a cousin
who are two of a kind; They go
out to many places, and find that
they both think the same in their
minds; About what movies or
shopping for things that are fine
They laugh and giggle as they
shine; Their love for each other
is like choosing a fine dine; As
they are two of a kind, that cannot
be defined. The little girl starts to
climb up the vine, when she has to
be home by nine; But her cousin
say's you will be fine; Until the
next time we can be together to
shine; Because we are two of a
kind, that simply just binds.