Arent we alike in love two peas in pod?
Youve suffered much as I have at hands of simps
You overshare I do too oodles odd
Their sense of soul turns out just cuffs and crimps
Theyre bad as beta males incels and whimps
Their stand off shallow cleanliness they shun
Their odour ripe and sweet as stink off chimps
They cringe at female clothes and make up fun
Their weekly change of clothes amounts to one
And we tend not to follow feral suit
The natural appearance flakes in face of sun
Their patronage a pain off lazy brute
Theres many men I mind they sometimes care
I wish us matchy match a mirror pair
Chorus care heed regard
