paroles de chanson Two Boys - Peter Allen

Two boys born the twenty-third of May
Brought up in that good old-fashioned way
Two boys one of them excelled at ball
The other never played at all, two boys
Mamma loved them both the same
Papa gave them both his name
Nobody could quite explain just why
Two boys growing up in separate beds
Different music in their heads
Two boys growing up and leaving home
Each an island on his own
Today one′s a man who'll never cry
Never has a reason why
The other lets the girls go by
And they never let their feelings show
Afraid to let the other know, two boys.