James and Beccy
Me and my brother,
My brother and I.
We've had good times,
but it quickly passes by.
He approached me,
after one of my shows.
And in a vase,
He gave me a rose.
Sometimes we argue,
Sometimes we fight.
But sometimes we just talk,
When our parents are out at night.
I hate it when he moans at me,
But that I will forgive.
Because, after all,
He is just teaching me how to live.
Through all the lows,
And all the highs,
It will always be,
My brother and I.
My brother and I.
We've had good times,
but it quickly passes by.
He approached me,
after one of my shows.
And in a vase,
He gave me a rose.
Sometimes we argue,
Sometimes we fight.
But sometimes we just talk,
When our parents are out at night.
I hate it when he moans at me,
But that I will forgive.
Because, after all,
He is just teaching me how to live.
Through all the lows,
And all the highs,
It will always be,
My brother and I.