He hates the music I listen to and I have never heard of his favourite bands.
He ties up his hair while I pomade mine to keep it flat.
He complains about his thighs while I take pride in my leveled poitrine.
He smokes his Pall Malls and I smoke my Half Times.
He hates when I slap him and I abhor his lame jokes.
He plays guitar while I play the piano.
He rambles in Japanese while I type in French.
Il est stellar est il est la mienne.
S'il est le garage band king, je suis sa garage band queen.
Je pense que j'ai trouvée mon Boyd.