I took each word she said as gospel truth the way a silly little child would.
I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth,
I was no babe in the wild, wild wood.
She didn't mean it,
I should have seen it,
But now it's too late.

I thought i'd found the girl of my dreams,
Now it seems,
This is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say,
"can't we be friends?"
I thought for once it couldn't go wrong,
Not for long,
I can see the way this ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say,
"can't we be friends?"
Why should i care though she gave me the air,
Why should i cry,
Heave a sigh,
And wonder why,
And wonder why?
I thought i found the gal i could trust,
Watta bust, this is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say,
"can't we be just friends?"