You can never understand me. My statements are paradoxical. My verses, oxymoronic. My thoughts are ironical. My vision, schizophrenic. I am a one-dimensional, unbiased, crazy little bloke. Yes, an Anglophone bloke.
She said "You're so fat and I'm so thin, we don't make a good pair, we don't look good together". He replied "I'm not sure whether we look good together but I'm sure we're happy together" and I guess that's what keeps a relationship going; happiness, love.