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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