Oh me and my guy
We got his 'n' his electric shavers
His 'n' his jeans
His 'n' his trainers
Two grown dudes in a similar size - me and my guy
In synchrony at five foot eleven in height
I love looking in the mirror standing side by side
Wearing his 'n' his suits with his 'n' 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
And sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things
(Ooh la la la, ooh la la la)
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
Looking back on a time in another life
I never thought I could be happy or find my stride
I thought relationships were for fools who liked to follow a crowd
That's 'coz 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 'n' his toys, his 'n' his rules
And sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things
(Ooh la la la, ooh la la la)
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 me and my guy
Though we get to share all our "boys' toys" and toiletries
That ain't where the similarities end
There's no feelings of envy or jealousy
Sharing crushes on all the same men (Yes!)
And I never have to explain
Why my little brain has been programmed this way
Because oh he gets it, like I get it
We're in tune and locked on the same page
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We got his 'n' his dreams, his 'n' his goals
This his 'n' his life, it never gets old
I will walk in these shoes 'til the soles have died
Sometimes when we're 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
Watching friends struggling to navigate the world of boys with girls
Guess it wasn't for me
Now sharing these supposedly "gender-specific" things
(Ooh la la la, ooh la la la)
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 me and my guy
Oh me and my guy