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?"