We are just friends
and
we hang out talking
and
we have lunch
and
take long walks
and
enjoy our talks
but
we never really say
what is to be said
so
now it is time to leave
and
we bid each other farewell
but
as soon as we get home
we both reach for our phones
I want to call her
funny
because the phone rings
guess what
she is on the line
wishing me a good night
I go to bed
big smile upon my face
my dear friend just spoke to me
I try hard to keep my feelings kept
but the truth must be told
and
here it is
the truth
she is growing on me
capturing most of my thoughts
she is my friend
and
I want things to stay that way
but
she is growing on me
what can I do?
what can I say?
I want us to stay friends
but lately
I look at her in strange ways
she has a fine mind and…pretty face
and
a fine behind
oh no!
I cannot think like that
she is my friend
but
she is growing on me.