Beverley Sisters Sisters
Sisters, Sisters
There were never such devoted sisters
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir
I need to keep my eye on her
Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress and I stayed home
All kinds of weather, we cling together
The same in the rain and sun
Three different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Those who've seen us
Say that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up
But no-one can, nobody can
Lord help the mister
Who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister
Who comes between me and my man
Tearing, repairing,
Could they be my nylons you are wearing?
I buy nylons sheer and fine
They ladder theirs and then take mine
Ever-loving sisters, three sisters
There were never such devoted sisters, BUT!
Men have split the atom
Well then why not we?, why not we three?
Lord bless the mister
Who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister
Who comes between me
Me, Me, Me
And my man
