The Story

Remember I told you that story
About my friend who went out
With this wonderful guy
But she began to have doubts

Her boyfriend was great
But he liked to play games
So everywhere she went
She heard girls calling his name

He'd call her at night
And tell her how this girl and that
Was either so hot or liked him
What could she say to that?

He'd say how a girl always hung on him
Or these girls liked his voice
So in short, he could get any girl
Why was she his final choice?

And she'd say she was "fine"
But she was annoyed and he didn't know
"I'm a good liar or he's stupid," she thought
Or maybe it was both

Her friends knew better
But she didn't want to lose him
Between her friends and a guy
Would she really choose him?

So it's still just a story
But that story's so true
Because my "friend" is me
And that boy is you.