And Harley followed with a joyful twirl slipping the bottle into her suit somewhere and starting to sing.

"Isn’t it strange
Feels like I’m lookin’ in the mirror
What would people say
If only they knew that I was

Part of some geneticist’s plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
There in a petri dish late one night
They took a donor’s body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say

I think I’m a clone now
There’s always two of me just a-hangin’ around
I think I’m a clone now
’cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down"