Você diz: Jura? Eu digo: Sério. :D

Can't We Be Friends I thought I'd found the man of my dreams. Now it seems, This is how the story ends: He's going to turn me down and say, "Can't We Be Friends?" I thought for once it couldn't go wrong. Not for long! I can see the way this ends: He's going to turn me down and say Can't we be friends? Never again! Through with Love, Through with men! They play their game without shame, and who's to blame? I thought I'd found a man I could trust. What a bust! I can see the way this ends: He's goin' to turn me down and say, "Can't We Be Friends?" I thought I'd knew the wheat for the tares What a rave! I can see the way this ends He's going to turn me down and say Can't we be friends? I acted like a kid out the school What a fool! I can see the way this ends He's going to turn me down and say Can't we be friends? I should have grieve inside And wonder why? I should have seen a signal to stop What a blow! I can see the way this ends He's going to turn me down and say Can't we be friends? Why should I care, though he gave me the air I should have grieve inside And wonder why? I should have seen a signal to stop What a blow! I can see the way this ends He's going to turn me down and say [Can't we be (5x)] Can't we be friends? Não, a gente não é amigo.

Imagina que você anda até uma parede de chapisco. Agora imagina que você raspou seu braço no chapisco. Doeu. Sangrou. Demorou um tempão pra ferida fechar. E depois demorou outro tempão pra cicatriz diminuir. E aí? O que você faz? Corre pra primeira parede de chapisco e esfola seu braço outra vez. E outra vez. E outra vez. E de novo. O chapisco é irresistível. Você não vive sem esfolar o braço. Ao menos um pouquinho. Em algum chapisco. Qualquer chapisco? Idiota. Chapisco machuca. Dói. Demora pra passar. Vê se aprende! Já passou da hora.