He moved closer and inspected
My friend he said
"You're not what I expected"
"Good sir", I said
"Well, neither are you"
Now I find (it hard) to believe
What you say is true
Then why do I feel
You don't have the blues
She thinks I owe her
So with her I need to talk
I'm so fed up
Away from this razor's edge
That beauty seems to walk
