He seems nice How I’d love to get inside his pretty mind And understand just why he thinks how he does One glance and there would be much more than enough Maybe then I could call his book I like him a lot But maybe that’s just all I mean, I mean all Cause he copies my habits And I kinda like that we’re one in the same sometimes Says what I say, goes by my name, lives in my brain And if I didn’t know better, I’d say we’re one in the same