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letra de his 'n' his - matt fishel

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woah, me and my guy

[verse 1]
we got his and his electric shavers
his and his jeans
his and his trainers
two grown dudes in a similar size
me and my guy

synchrony [?] and hide
looking in the mirror standing side by side
wearing his and his suits with his and his ties

and everything’s so interchangeable
we can swap things whenever we choose
if i’m bored of my wardrobe, i’ll raid his drawers
i’ll take his shorts, he’ll wear my shoes

[chorus]
sharing these supposedly gender-specific things
makes me feel smug with all the convenience that brings
so whatever is mine is his
and whatever is his can be mine
and we’ll stay nauseatingly happy til the end of time
just me and my guy

[verse 2]
we’ll keep [?] in another life
i never thought i could be happy without my [?]
i thought relationships were for fools who liked to follow a crowd

that’s cus back in those days it seemed the odds were stacked
the boys would kiss the girls on the bus at the back
turns out opposites don’t necessarily always attract

now i sit snuggled up in our bedroom
i guess i’ve become one of those following fools
one who’s able to share all his male underwear
his and his toys
his and his rules

[chorus]
sharing these supposedly gender-specific things
makes us feel smug with all the convenience that brings
so whatever is mine is his
and whatever is his can be mine
and we’ll be nauseatingly happy til the end of time
just me and my guy

oh, oh-oh-oh me and my guy

[verse 3]
we get to share all our boys toys and toiletries
that ain’t where the similarities end
there’s no feelings of vanity or jealousy
sharing crushes on all the same men

and i never have to explain
why my little brain has been programmed this way
because oh, he gets it (he gets it)
i get it
we’re in tune and locked on the same page

we’ve got his and his dreams, his and his goals
there’s his and his life, it never gets old
i’m walking these shoes til the soles have died

sometimes we’ll be lying under the covers at night
i still get excited, it still makes me smile
that i’m sharing my bed, lying side by side with another guy

and there’s nothing else i can compare to this
growing up, we never saw these scenes
or two friends struggling to navigate the world
boys with girls
guess it wasn’t for me

[chorus]
sharing these supposedly gender-specific things
makes us feel smug with all the convenience that brings
so whatever is mine is his
and whatever is his can be mine
and we’ll stay nauseatingly happy til the end of time
just me and my guy

oh, oh-oh-oh me and my guy
oh-oh-oh-oh me and my guy

- matt fishel

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