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And I don't want to be the one to say that you see too much of himBut I wish we were a twist and not so NeapolitanYou're strawberry, and I'm the chocolate, he'sThe vanilla that complements you so much better than meAnd I know you're trying to give us equal shares of your timeBut his side of the gallon is looking deeper than mineAnd it doesn't matter how hard I tryYou may be my honey but you catch too many fliesAnd it doesn't matter how hard I tryYou may be my honey but you catch too many flies Aus Songtexte Mania