Fives and Tens

Something you said doesn't match up

Another plan you wanna hatch up

Ain't that tough, ain't that tough

Well, one ain't enough, and two is too much

Bought me a big rose bouquet

Well, don't you know you can't make friends that way?

There's no cotton at the play

So your face is gonna tell me what your mouth can't say

Can't help it if you're used to lying

Say my sense of trust is dying

But I'm not buying what they're buying

So stop

So you're happy with disposable friends

At most they're just trying to defend

Your twenties, fives, and tens

Well, what a lousy group of women and men

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