one more late night phone call,    with nothing to say,    I wish I had a dollar bill for every time you hated me.      I don’t know why but, I got lost in your eye,    you were looking for a lover, and all I needed was a friend      I can’t see you anymore, don’t want to see you anymore.      (tried to hard to make it work, couldn’t stop until it hurt,    when you called me a friend you really meant a lover,    but it’s really to late because I’ve found another this time)      well we’ve had to much to drink and, all I need is time to think      (I don’t know what to do)      Get your hands off arms tonight