Everything starts off very well.
You call me and I answer.
you say that you miss me and I agree,
that you love me and I believe you;
that yes, we'll be seeing each other
and I cancel my plans;
and do I want to go want to go with you
and I always say: of course.
And then almost everything is happiness
until you introduce me as a friend
and i keep well quiet
although I want to shout: no,
friends don't
kiss each other on the mouth.
Friends don't miss each other all day long, like crazy people.
Friends don't call each other at two in the morning.
Friends shouldn't sleep in the same bed.
Friends don't
know all of each other's bodies.
So go and invent a different word, I don't believe you.
Not friends, please.
Not friends, please;
because friends don't make love to one another.
And then I say:
this is the last time we'll see each other.
I don't deserve to be someone's
toy, their passtime.
But something happens when you cry again
and we go out once more;
everything is so perfect
until that moment when tyou introduce me again
Friends don't
kiss each other on the mouth.
Friends don't miss each other all day long, like crazy people.
Friends don't call each other at two in the morning.
Friends shouldn't sleep in the same bed.
Friends don't
know all of each other's bodies.
So go and invent a different word, I don't believe you.
Not friends, please.
Not friends, please;
because friends don't make love to one another.
Because friends don't make love to one another.