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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