I'm feelin' so good right now
There's a handsome boy tells me how I changed his past
He buys me a brandy
Or could it be he's really just after my ass?
He likes the clothes I wear
He says he likes a man to dress in season
But no one else ever stares, he's being so kind
What's the reason?
How many friends have I really got?
You can count 'em on one hand
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?
Suddenly it's a silver screen
It's all like a dream you know
When you're still up early in the morning
And you all sit together to watch the sun come through
But things don't look so good
When you could use a bit of warning
Then you know that no one will ever speak the truth about you.
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