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Can I Have My Friend Back?
Can I have my friend back, please,
Instead of this woman I despise.
Wanting to be undressing her physically,
But doing it with my eyes.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Instead of the woman I adore.
Every time I'm sitting there;
Wanting to escape via the nearest door.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Instead of this woman I can't stand.
Every time I see her lips,
I can't help but clench my hands.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Instead of the woman that fucks with my head.
Wishing to be back in time,
When we were nearly, once, in bed.
Can I have my friend back, please.
Instead of the woman I need to have again.
Risking everything just to give her the wink,
Betraying my best friend.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Before I do something really daft.
All I want is to taste her lips,
And that thought just makes her laugh.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Before I lose all faith.
I may be betraying you, but you betrayed me first.
You call yourself a mate?
Fuck my friends, I don't need them, it's not like they need me.
They just sit there, completely oblivious, of how they're hurting me.
Instead of this woman I despise.
Wanting to be undressing her physically,
But doing it with my eyes.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Instead of the woman I adore.
Every time I'm sitting there;
Wanting to escape via the nearest door.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Instead of this woman I can't stand.
Every time I see her lips,
I can't help but clench my hands.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Instead of the woman that fucks with my head.
Wishing to be back in time,
When we were nearly, once, in bed.
Can I have my friend back, please.
Instead of the woman I need to have again.
Risking everything just to give her the wink,
Betraying my best friend.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Before I do something really daft.
All I want is to taste her lips,
And that thought just makes her laugh.
Can I have my friend back, please,
Before I lose all faith.
I may be betraying you, but you betrayed me first.
You call yourself a mate?
Fuck my friends, I don't need them, it's not like they need me.
They just sit there, completely oblivious, of how they're hurting me.
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