When my friend comes over We sit on the sofa And most of our clothes are other people's With hairstyles the same as The rich and the famous We're certainly no strangers To pins and needles She's caught up completely In afternoon TV She smiles when she sees me A sheepish grin We might be dressed as The young and the restless But the one thing we're best at Is sleeping in She's OK occasionally Not today, but wait and see Now we're talking But look how we're yawning It's one in the morning And there's two on the couch A hand to hold or a comforting shoulder It's time that I told her I'm all talked out She's telling me she's tired of relationships And I'm bending bits of wire into paperclips