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Air Supply

by The Cassandras

on Babyskin & Bacon (2006)

[Verse 1]
Air supply
Slipping through my fingers as I listen to this guy
I'd rather dive
From a six foot building into seven million knives
Than hear him try
To tell me 'bout his business
While he touches buxom thighs
It's no surprise
That people at your parties get depressed inside and die

[Chorus]
Oooh I don't want to be your friend tonight
Oooh I don't want to be your friend tonight
Oooh I don't want to be your friend tonight

[Verse 2]
Well the dudes ask you 'bout your girlfriends
Who you know they want to screw
So fuck [you?]
You might think you dress well but I'd rather dress in poop
Phonies bring me down, they bring me down
Phonies bring me down, they bring me down
Phonies bring me down, they bring me down
Phonies bring me down, don't bring me down

[Chorus]
Oooh I don't want to be your friend tonight
Oooh I don't want to be your friend tonight
Oooh I don't want to be your friend tonight

You can't tell, don't want to be your friend tonight
You can't tell, don't want to be your friend tonight
You can't tell, don't want to be your friend tonight