I shouldn't try to break or bend;
Deep thinking is way too hard,
When I know that she is just a friend,
And I shouldn't let down my guard.
Beautiful she may be,
I just don't see us this way.
Gettin' with her, really, that's not me;
I mean, why make my blue skies grey?
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