She lost all her hair But she still is in there Exactly like Isabelle said They've painted her nails All good promises fail And quickly my eyes turn red She says: Thank you for coming here You're a real good friend Too bad we haven't been lovers And I say: Go make the bed Her pain is severe I just smile through my tears And tell her that I understand She thought it all through So what else can I do But quietly hold her hand She says: Thank you for coming here You're a real good friend Too bad we haven't been lovers And I say: You go ahead and make the bed