I kept my ringer on
On call for all your *
I psychoanalyzed your problems like an unpaid therapist
I did like you,
it's such a big deal To call it what it is
I guess you're used to getting what you want Without paying for it
And I don't want it anymore And your words is bored
Mess me up That's what friends are for
So what If I'm crying on the floor
I'd like for keeping it platonic,
doesn't It seem a little bit ironic
With your hands on my waist And your tongue down my throat
Do you say we're just friends Just to * me up
One day the night we met
That you made your girlfriend cry
Are you something that I could fix But you're the master of your kind
And I don't want it anymore And your words is bored
Mess me up That's what friends are for
So what If I'm crying on the floor I'd like for keeping it platonic,
doesn't It seem a little bit ironic
With your hands on my waist And your tongue down my
throat Do you say we're just friends Just to * me up
Mess me up That's what friends are for
So what
If I'm crying on the floor
I'd like for keeping it platonic,
doesn't It seem a little bit ironic
With your hands on my waist And your tongue down my throat
Do you say we're just friends Just to * me up