I have thought about this and itâs plain to see
That you are just my friend and nothing more to me
I have thought about this for the longest time
And I donât want what youâve got
Canât you see?
We canât talk about this and thereâs nothing left to say
There must be an end so Iâm leaving us today
Youâre fidgety and youâre nervous
When youâre sitting in your chair
But I donât want what youâve got
Canât you see?
And everybody thinks Iâm yours
Something about the clothes I wear
Yeah, everybody tells me so
But they donât know me like they think they do
I have thought about this and itâs plain to see
That you are just my friend and nothing more to me
Springtime and carnations might be beautiful
But now I donât want what youâve got
Canât you see?
And everybody thinks youâre mine
Something about the way you stare
Yeah, everybody tells me so
But they donât know you like they think they do