If I was like him
I'd know all the right words
If I was like him
I'd know some real birds
Apart from those in my dreams
And in magazines
Just look at his hair
His hair's dark and wavy
It just isn't fair
Mine's the colour of gravy
Edward/Mickey:
Each part of his face
Is in just the right place, is
He laughing at me
At my nose, did he notice
I should wear a brace
That i've got halitosis
Mickey/Edward:
When nature picked on me
She chose to stick on me
Eyes that don't match
I've got ears that stand out
Edward/Mickey:
She picked the wrong batch
When she handed mine out
And then she attacked me
With permanent acne
I wish I was a bit like
Wish that I could score a hit like
Be justa little bit like
Mickey/Edward:
That guy
That guy
I wish that I could be like
Just a little less like me
Like the kinda guy I see, like
Edward/Mickey:
That guy
That guy