You're so sweet The way you get up in the morning with me You have tea While I stare into my cup of coffee But you and me Get into trouble easily It's all your fault You're supposed to be the one with the good sense You disable all of my defenses You're so sheik (?) I love the way you where your hair short darling Don't you think We make a pair when we walk down the street But you and me Get into trouble easily It's all your fault You're supposed to be the one with the good sense We'll stick together 'til the bitter end