| I took each word she said as
gospel truth the way a silly
little child would.
I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth,
I was no babe in the wild, wild wood.
She didn't mean it,
I should have seen it,
but now it's too late.
I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams,
now it seems,
this is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say,
"Can't we be friends?"
I thought for once it couldn't go wrong,
not for long,
I can see the way this ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say,
"Can't we be friends?"
Why should I care though she gave me the air,
Why should I cry,
heave a sigh,
and wonder why,
and wonder why?
I thought I found the gal I could trust,
watta bust, this is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say,
"Can't we be just friends?" |
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