We both have part of this and that,

Laptops, beds, our mum, our cat

You go and I smell your perfume,

In and out of our 'shared room'..

Oh Ray we do not look alike,

'One fat one thin' jokes Uncle Mike,

One black one white,

One young, one old

And still this story has been told

Inside we are intertwined,

Seeing past colour, we are not blind.

Arguments, 'where's my stuff'

And I don't know I blag and bluff

And all of this and that to say,

You secretly cry when I go away,

There is not one, not 2 not 3,

But 8 years between you and me...

But none of this matters to Ray and I 

Because I love her I won't lie,

She may not seem the brightest star,

But trust me Ray, to me you are.