When I was a girl I dreamt of my twin She shared all my flaws, she lived in my skinShe always forgave me no matter the sin She finished my jokes before I'd beginWhen I got older I asked for a dog I dressed him in my clothes, I taught him right from wrongI told him to love me more than his bone But he ran after a milk truck and he never came back homeOh dear me, what a strange peculiar themeOh dear me, what a strange peculiar themeThat I should always see someone just like meOh, can it be such a constant aching need That I should always see that complimentary meAll of my lovers, they all look the same They see what I am and they all flyOh dear me, what a strange peculiar themeThat I should always see someone just like meAll of my lovers, they all look the same They see what I am and they all flyOh dear me, what a strange peculiar themeThat I should always see someone just like meOh, can it be such a constant aching needThat I should always see someone just like meOh dear meOh, dear meOh, can it beIt's such a constant agonyThat I should always seeThat complimentary me*