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