Who's the apple of my eye
Oh, if I should stroll the 'hood
Who knew I could look so good
Just talkin' on the phone to
It's cool 'cause we're not lonely
There's nothing to my only
Me and you, hustlin' through
Holdin' on through thick and thin
'Cause the Olsen twins got nothin' on us
Mother Nature don't you call her phony
Had no one to dwell with me
We don't need no natural yolk
Get a publicist and show them
Be the most lovable thing
Multiply, we're a franchise
Like Walt Disney or Hannibal Lechter
We can tell our cancer cells
Are more benign than old Phil Spector
We're tougher than even Russell Crowe-y
Oh, clonie how I love you
I'm the only person I ever loved
I guess you're just my fatal attraction-y