i've known him all my life

it seems so inconceviable 

at thirteen we shooks hands but we've

been always inseparable

he's cinnamon on my toast we're so

close



that's not to say we haven't had our 

share of arguments

he's so unpredictable he winks

acknowledgments

when i would rather he closed his eye

than push me aside



my hand's a five leaf clover

it's palm sunday  over and over

i never had the luck of swingers

till i was wrapped around your finger



he's my best friend

he's my best friend

he's my best friend

i'm his best friend

he's my best friend



you don't need a brain to have a

stroke of genius 

or a beautiful girl to let down 

your curls

cause growing up is hard enough

when your a powderkeg for

powderpuffs

(whether we're stayin' in or hanging out)

i'd never ask another on a date to

the ball

he doesn't need a rubber sweater or

alcohol

cause he gets tipsy from exchanging looks

and a little misty reading sticky

blue dirty books



but he's my best friend

he's my best friend

i'm his best friend

he's my best friend



my hand's a five leaf clover

it's palm sunday  over and over

i never had the luck of swingers

till i was wrapped around your finger



he's my best friend

(we could hold hands for hours)

he's my best friend

(in the bedroom or shower)

he's my best friend

(i pick him up when he's feelin down)

he's my best friend

(i guess he's always been hangin around)

he's my best friend

(he gets lonely now and then)

he's my best friend

(and he gets shy around another men)

I'm his best friend

(it seems i've reached the end of my best friend)