Something you said doesn't match up
Another plan you wanna hatch up
Ain't that tough, ain't that tough
Well, one ain't enough, and two is too much

Bought me a big rose bouquet
Well, don't you know you can't make friends that way?
There's no cotton at the play
So your face is gonna tell me what your mouth can't say

Can't help it if you're used to lying
Say my sense of trust is dying
But I'm not buying what they're buying
So stop

So you're happy with disposable friends
At most they're just trying to defend
Your twenties, fives, and tens
Well, what a lousy group of women and men

(Cool)