Friends,
It leads some to dead ends.
But for me I'm lucky we're friends.
I wish we could be more,
I wanna be the girl you answer for,
I wanna be the one you adore.
But it's never going to happen.
We'll never share that passion,
My heart will remain a use satin napkin.
At least I'm not her though,
That'd really blow; you always calling me a hoe.
That's one thing I'll always know.
Would you ever like me like that, I wonder?
Or will you continue to sunder my heart making me slumber
For the rest of the number?
