Tuesday 21 August 2012

Sisters on the Roof

Flashback a few weeks to Greece.  Three sisters at a rooftop bar.  

Sisters, sisters, never were there such devoted sisters,
Never had to have a chaperone - no, sir!
I'm here to keep my eye on her.

Caring, sharing, 
Every little thing that we are wearing.  
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome, she wore the dress, and I stayed home.

All kinds of weather, we stick together, the same in the rain and sun.  
Three different faces, but in tight places, we think and we act as one.  

Those who've seen us know that not a thing could come between us.  
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can.

Lord help the mister, who comes between me and my sisters ... and Lord help the sister, 
Who comes between me and my man.

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