My Female Friends

A girl called Glass
I kissed her ass
I wrote her a song
That broke her in half
The very next day
We play scrabble your way
You’re putting your bricks into a plastic bag
It’s jeans and blazer
It’s common behaviour
Say what you want
But ya betta oughtta take it back!
On a particular day?
In a platonic way?
Your only mission is to mess up my head!
My female friends have things to say
Relay their problems onto me
Can’t let it go…
Won’t let it!
My best friend’s wife
A double-edged knife
She finds something wrong with my Mrs Right
A bright green dress
You’d never guess
Do all she can to manipulate
You’re like a ticking bomb…
You sound like Mom
«Why can’t i do it when I’m concentrating on it…»
And on a choo-choo train
Or in the pouring rain
Your only mission is to mess up my head!
My female friends have things to say
Relay their problems on to me
Can’t let it go…
I won’t let it
My e-mail friends have things to say
Relay their problems on to me
Can’t let it go…
I won’t let it
My female friends have things to say
Display their problems on T. V
And what they say (say-ee-yeah)
I don’t get it
My female friends have things to say!
And what they say … I don’t get it!