Better in stereo
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B-b-better in stereo,
B-b-better in stereo.
I'm up with the sunshine (let's go!)
I lace up my high tops (oh, no!)
Slam dunk, ready or not
Yeah show me what you got
I'm under the spotlight (spotlight!)
I dare you, come on and follow
You dance to your own beat
I'll sing the melody
When you say yeah, I say no
When you say stop, all I wanna do is
Go, go, go!
You (you) the other half of me (me)
The half I'll never be-e
The half that drives me crazy
You (you) the better half of me (me)
The half I'll always need (need)
We both know
We're better in stereo
(B-b-better in stereo) Oh oh oh
(B-b-better in stereo) Oh oh oh
And when we're together (Oh yeah)
In sweet harmony, oh so rare!
If we could just agree
We would go major league
When you say yeah, I say no
When you say stop, all I wanna do is
Go, go, go!
You (you) the other half of me (me)
The half I'll never be-e
The half that drives me crazy
You (you) the better half of me (me)
The half I'll always need (need)
We both know
We're better in stereo
You say it's wrong, I say it's right
You say it's black, I say it's white
You take a left, I take a right
But at the end of the day
We both know
We're better in stereo
You, you, the other half of me, me
The half I'll never be-e
The half that drives me crazy
You, you, the better half of me, me
The half I'll always need, need
We both know
We're better in stereo
B-b-better in stereo
Better in stereo
Oh oh
Better in stereo
Oh oh
Better in stereo (B-b-better in stereo)
Oh oh
Better in stereo
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