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