So you’re not bleeding, you are just with your friends,nThere's no one like them, and you're so much like them.nThey’ll tell you pretty things, they’ll tell you anything.nYou’re so much like them, when there’s no one like them.nnHere comes your boy againnnAnd he really is your friendnnWhy do they try to blow his cover,nJust cos he left for another.nAnd there really is no other, no double plus good lover.n‘And maybe some day they’ll see, that he loves no one but me,nAnd there really is no other, no double plus good lover'.nnHere comes your boy againnnAnd he really is your friendnAnd this really is the endnYou know it's got to be the end.