What’s Yours Is Mine

(Karianne Gabaldon)

So long, sister. I guess the sisterhood we had truly was non existent. I guess I f*cked up in my own sorta way, though I thought you loved that.

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(Verse 1) 
 
Sisterhood is so cruel, 
When you’re not stood up for at school. 
Using, tooling, booing cool, 
Locker room romance, ooh, 
Stealing shows, 
How it goes. 
Where it stops, 
No one knows. 
Let it go, 
But I won’t. 
 
It seems just like yesterday, 
Running off, playing hide and go seek. 
Dirty laundry on its way, 
How was I to know that, 
You’d steal mine, 
Before I, 
Closed my eyes. 
Why oh why? 
Now you think I’ve lost my mind. 
But darling it’s a game and I’ll take it all in no time. 
 
(Chorus) 
 
So you say that we were sisters, 
And our friendship was never gonna end. 
Oh come on, put away the dishes, 
‘Cause we both know how this will end. 
 
But I’ve got two other waiting, 
So why am I wasting my time? 
Sitting here and contemplating, 
My last drop of the line? 
 
We were young, now were grown up. 
We have experience. 
And it’s seems you’ve sewn up, 
All that I said was nonsense. 
 
But I’ve got two other waiting, 
So why am I wasting my time? 
Just remember, baby,  
What’s yours is mine. 
 
(Verse 1) 
 
Sisters cheat, sisters steal, 
But come on, I wanna know the real deal. 
Letters sent and then you went, 
Out of touch, out of base. 
Look for that, 
Special man, 
Think he’ll do, 
What he can. 
More than me? 
Not a fan! 
 
Oh, no! 
 
Sunday best off our chest, 
You showed me what it’s like to be real. 
But wait, we have fallen west, 
Trouble knocked on my door, 
You threw me under the bus, 
That was way too fucked up, 
I’m really sorry love, but, 
If gravity falls, don’t count on me. 
 
(Chorus) 
 
So you say that we were sisters, 
And our friendship was never gonna end. 
Oh come on, put away the dishes, 
‘Cause both we both how this will end. 
 
But I’ve got two other waiting, 
So why am I wasting my time? 
Sitting here and contemplating, 
My last drop of the line? 
 
We were young, now were grown up. 
We have experience. 
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© Karianne Gabaldon 2021