My Friend
BUDDY KAYE, FRED SPIELMAN
My friend, is really not my friend
Although she says she is my friend
She stole the only boy I loved
From me
That night, when I first danced with Jim
I saw her making eyes at him
I smiled but yet I burned with jealousy
I'd go out with him
And wear my best dress
I tried to make him fall
He started to call for me less and less
Till he didn't call at all
And now, my friend is dating jim
She knows I am still in love with him
My friend, is really not my friend at all