Texty: Frank Sinatra. Can't We Be Friends.

I took each word she said as gospel truth
The way a silly little child would
I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth
I was no babe in the wild, wild wood
She didn't mean it, I should have seen it
But now it's too late

I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams
Now it seems this is how the story ends
She's gonna turn me down and say
"Can't we be friends?"

I thought for once it couldn't go wrong
Not for long I can see the way this ends
She's gonna turn me down and say
"Can't we be friends?"

Why should I care though she gave me the air
Why should I cry heave a sigh and wonder why
And wonder why

I thought I'd found the gal I could trust
What a bust, this is how the story ends
She's gonna turn me down and say
"Can't we be just friends?"