| I’ve known him all my life
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| It seems so inconceivable
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| At thirteen we shook hands but we’ve
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| Been always inseparable
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| He’s cinnamon on my toast we’re so close
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| That’s not to say we haven’t had our
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| Share of arguments
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| He’s so unpredictable he winks acknowledgments
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| When I would rather he closed his eye
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| Than push me aside
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| My hand’s a five leaf clover
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| It’s palm sunday over and over
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| I never had the luck of swingers
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| Till I was wrapped around your finger
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| He’s my best friend
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| He’s my best friend
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| He’s my best friend
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| I’m his best friend
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| He’s my best friend
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| You don’t need a brain to have a stroke of genius
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| Or a beautiful girl to let down your curls
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| Cause growing up is hard enough
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| When your a powderkeg for powderpuffs
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| (Whether we’re stayin' in or hanging out)
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| I’d never ask another on a date to the ball
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| He doesn’t need a rubber sweater or alcohol
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| Cause he gets tipsy from exchanging looks
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| And a little misty reading sticky blue dirty books
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| But he’s my best friend
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| He’s my best friend
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| I’m his best friend
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| He’s my best friend
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| My hand’s a five leaf clover
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| It’s Palm Sunday over and over
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| I never had the luck of swingers
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| Till I was wrapped around your finger
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| He’s my best friend
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| (We could hold hands for hours)
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| He’s my best friend
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| (In the bedroom or shower)
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| He’s my best friend
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| (I pick him up when he’s feelin down)
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| He’s my best friend
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| (I guess he’s always been hangin around)
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| He’s my best friend
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| (He gets lonely now and then)
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| He’s my best friend
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| (And he gets shy around other men)
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| I’m his best friend
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| (It seems I’ve reached the end of my best friend) |