How many friends have I really got?
It's all like a dream, you know when you're still up early in the morning
I wonder in the dead of night, how do I rate?
So how come they can sum us up
How many friends have I really got?
We talk so much shit behind each other's backs, I get the willies
How come they bum us up
How many friends have I really got?
He buys me a brandy
She knows all of my friends
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?
What's the reason?
And you all sit together to watch the sun come through
Everybody hears me but I look like a fool now
But it's nice to find a woman who can stay home late
But there's a plain fact
And a face so beautiful that I have to cry out
How many friends have I really got?
Without suffering all the hype we've known
That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?
But things don't look so good when you could use a bit of warning
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
Now I think I've reached the end
Then you know that no one will ever speak the truth about you
How many friends have I really got?
He likes the clothes I wear
But could it be, he's really just after my ass?
That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?
You count 'em on one hand
How many friends have I really got?
With a cry and I shy out
Suddenly it's the silver screen
When I first signed a contract
But no one else ever stares, he's being so kind
People know nothing about their own soft gut
How many friends have I really got?
He says he likes a man dressed in season
It was more than a handshake then, I know it still is
How many friends have I really got?
Well, you can count 'em on the one hand
