Counting by Twos Together

I was walking down the hallway. Staring at my shoes. Counting up the

steps I took. Singing the counting by ones blues. It was taking forever.

Yeah, it was moving so slow. Like a movie

in freeze-frame. With nowhere to go. But then I looked at my

best friend. Standing right by my side. And I realize that numbers are

a wild and magic ride. We don't have to be lonely. We don't have

to be single. We can make the numbers dance. We can make the numbers mingle.

'Cause everything is better when you've got a pair. Like two matching clips in your