A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me No, I don't want no scrub I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Welcome to our family time Welcome to our brotherly time This is the best of all Ya know the best of all We're happy for given an taken to the friends we're makin' There is nothing we won't do Welcome to our happy to be time We're here to share it all

The monarchy of roses Several of my best friends wear, The colors of the crown And Mary wants to fill it up, And Sherry wants to tear it all back down, girl The savior of your light The monarchy of roses tonight We all want the rose you know

We may not always be the best of lovers But if you leave it to me I think I can see We'll always be the best of friends The best of friends And one day when I am old and on the porch With knittings around my knees you hear me say Excuse me please, but

Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA After graduation Mary Anne went out lookin' for a bright new world Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was

Why don't you let her see The feelings that you hide 'Cause she'll never know If you never show The way you feel inside Why don't you kiss her Why don't you tell her We're the best of friends And we share our secrets

Better go home, girl Well, me and Frank we're the best of friends And our friendship will never end But it would hurt him so for him to know That I'm in love with his girlfriend Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend Are two things you can't

Blood brothers Take a bullet for each other Yea brothers a light that don't come cheap And you lean on one another Thick as these and the best of friends You fight, you cry, you lie, you bleed We were as young as we were dumb When we piled in a ol' pile

Before we go too far Bring your love on back to me Stop this insanity How did we ever lose our way? And try to say love is a losing game We were lovers And the best of friends Sometimes the lover Can be angry 'till the end

The more I love the more that I'm afraid If we can be the best of lovers Yet be the best of friends If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows With any luck, then I suppose How do you keep the music playing? How do you make it last? How do