He says, we can be friends,
As he holds me close, and he kisses me,
Half on the mouth, half on the cheek,
As he presses his sexy body against me.
Tell me, how will this make me like you less?
How would us being friends make me like you less?
I know it's shallow, but I confess,
But being near you makes me a complete mess.
I don't want to be your damn friend, I don't want to see 
you smile that grin,
Because if I can't have you, I don't want to see you.
I'm not your damn friend.
I don't want to be your damn friend
All I see when I look at you,
Is how completely awesome I think we'd do,
I don't see a just a friend, I can't pretend, 
You're fantastic, but this is the end,
I'm so sorry, I can't do this anymore,
I'm so sorry, I don't mean to be a bore,
But being with you seems self-destructive,
And quite frankly, not overly productive
I don't want to be your damn friend, I don't want to see 
you smile that grin,
Because if I can't have you, I don't want to see you.
I'm not your damn friend.
I don't want to be your damn friend