So you’re not bleeding, you are just with your friends,   There's no one like them, and you're so much like them.   They’ll tell you pretty things, they’ll tell you anything.   You’re so much like them, when there’s no one like them.      Here comes your boy again      And he really is your friend      Why do they try to blow his cover,   Just cos he left for another.   And there really is no other, no double plus good lover.   ‘And maybe some day they’ll see, that he loves no one but me,   And there really is no other, no double plus good lover'.      Here comes your boy again      And he really is your friend   And this really is the end   You know it's got to be the end.