(B. Walkenhorst)

This is the story of siamese twins

Where one fellow stops and another one begins

Joined at the head and the finger and the toe

With two completely separate vascular-cardio

Systems going on underneath one skin

This is the story of siamese twins

This is the story of siamese twins

How a man can be two places at once

When he's home with his lover he's away

Viewing through a two-way mirror

Everything's skewing into distorted visions

Of women-for-men

Coke-bottle lenses for the siamese twins

This is the story of the double-life

How you can take one love

Make her your wife

Yet hold onto this image of a fantasty world

Where every woman looks like a teenage girl

And thin is to die for, age is sin

Hate yourself, suggested the siamese twins

This is the story of the two-headed coin

With a flip-flop double-drop triple-goocher going

Try matching wits with yourself someday

Stare yourself down without looking away

Rock-paper-scissors, take it on the chins

Siamese twins