Together Always

Be it in a room of writers,
Or a room of dolls,
We're there together
Between those walls.

Be we at a gas station
On on the way to Missouri C.,
We're there together
By land and then by sea.

And if people annoy us
And tell us silly things,
We'll just look at each other
And give a little winks.

'cause in the end, we both know
That we're both better off
Than any sort of loony
That likes to try to scoff.