And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and and again) She said hello, she was letting me know We shared friends friends in Soho She is a pain in the nose And And I'm a pain in women's clothes And And you're a walking overdose in a great coat And And so she

If I wanted, I could take you you from your your man (please believe it) With my eyes closed, I could have you you eating out the palm of my hand And And all your your little girlfriends, too (No you you can't, you're a playa, I don't want you) Yes I can, and I will if I, if I

We at the hotel, motel, holiday inn. Forget about your your boyfriend and and meet me at the hotel room, You You can bring your your girlfriends and and meet me at the hotel room. Meet me at the hotel room, meet me at the hotel room DJ I want everybody to stop what they're

And blood tears I cry Each night I cry in pain Endless grief remained inside Cut off your your old friends friends hand And And a cruel wind's blowing cold Welcome to my realm We are both condemned to live It's a dark fate (I can hear your your calls

We used to be friends friends What have I become to you you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your your back on me

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends friends And And they've got lots of room You You can sell your your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh You You pulled up in your your friend's truck, hmm Better watch out for the scammers, ooh Boy, you you better get your your bands up, hmm She a pretty little dancer, ooh I might take her to my mansion, hmm Hit her, then I vanish, ooh All

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends friends And And they've got lots of room You You can sell your your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

We used to be friends friends What have I become to you you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your your back on me

We should be friends friends I don't know you you well but I know that look On losing sleep and and gaining weight On pain and and shame and and crazy trains Oh, we should be friends friends If your your mind's as cluttered as your your kitchen sink If your your heart's as empty as your your diesel tank