(Chairy)
We're out of step, we disagree
What's right for you is wrong for me
When I propose, then you protest
What's my delight, you just detest.
(Together)
Too sweet am I to ever reconcile
'Cause I like your style, I like your style.
(Chairy)
No shouts or quarrels, no blows or tears.
(Together)
One simple fuss to disect and discuss
For the next one hundred years
Each blessed day, we sweetly fill
With "No you won't" and "Yes I will"
You wonder how we made it down the aisle
Well I like your style, I like your style
Each blessed day, we sweetly fill
With "No you won't" and "Yes I will"
You wonder how we made it down the aisle
Well I like your style, I like your style.