So sorry
I can't be your friend I'm carrying much too little For me to lend you a hand Friendship How does it come about Stay away from those Who are down and out You see the drinkers Open mouths to their kin And the thinkers Have nothing in common (in common have nothin) So I'm very sorry I cannot be your pal Coz in your store Nothing is on sale And I don't save the day When you cry out For it's not a plea for help But a cop out Stay away from drowning people They'll only drag you under And after you've gone down Your body's theirs to plunder And I'm so sorry That I cannot share the wealth I'm much too rich To be offering any help See she's my type That is what I think And in case she isn't I'll offer her a drink Talk over a line So she can't see your face Liars are friends Who believe you at every turn If you don't know already Perhaps you'd better learn These things are all part of A body of common sense Before you can build a palace First you must build a fence And I'm sorry That I can't give you my time Your time is not yours As long as mine is mine So sorry I can't be your friend I can't worry bout you Enough to lend a hand... So sorry I know it's sick I'm so sorry Ain't it ironic Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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