Sisters (White Christmas)

Sisters, sisters
There were never such devoted sisters
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir
I'm here to keep my eye on her

Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrives from Rome
She wore the dress and [Bm]I stayed home

All kinds of weather
We stick together
The same in the ɾain or sun
Two different faces
But in tight places
We think and [Bm]we act as one... uh-huh

Those who've seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tɾied to [C7]split us up but no one can

Lord help the mister
Who comes between me and [Bm]my [A]sister
And lord help the sister who comes between me and [Bm]my [A]man

Sister
Sister
Sister don't come between me and [Bm]my [A]man
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