Your New Friend
When the conversation is over
And there's nothing left to say
I know what you're going to do
So I'm going my separate way
You're going to call your new friend
On the telephone
I wonder what you call him
When I'm not home
Now this has been going on every night
Since that week I left town
It really makes me think I shoulda stuck around
So I'm going to my living room-bedroom
You know this is apartment is so small
We used to share a bedroom
Until you got that call
You close your door so firmly
And I put up my Chinese screen
But you know I can't hide a thing at all
Now you've got your doors
And I wonder what goes on
I've got my Chinese screen
But you know I can't hide a thing at all
You've got your radio on low
To cover the sounds
But your voice so soft, so soft
It could only be heard by your new friend
I've got my radio blasting
To show that I don't care about anything
You could possibly say to your new friend
Now you've got your door
And I wonder what goes on
I've got my Chinese screen
But you know I can't hide a thing at all
And all that I can think of
Is that how you used to be me
On the phone to you while your lover died outside
And in this chair tonight
I wouldn't mind if I die
And left you to your new friend
Your new friend
Now don't get me wrong
I know I'm still your boyfriend
But that doesn't mean a damn thing at all
As long as you've got your new friend
And there's nothing left to say
I know what you're going to do
So I'm going my separate way
You're going to call your new friend
On the telephone
I wonder what you call him
When I'm not home
Now this has been going on every night
Since that week I left town
It really makes me think I shoulda stuck around
So I'm going to my living room-bedroom
You know this is apartment is so small
We used to share a bedroom
Until you got that call
You close your door so firmly
And I put up my Chinese screen
But you know I can't hide a thing at all
Now you've got your doors
And I wonder what goes on
I've got my Chinese screen
But you know I can't hide a thing at all
You've got your radio on low
To cover the sounds
But your voice so soft, so soft
It could only be heard by your new friend
I've got my radio blasting
To show that I don't care about anything
You could possibly say to your new friend
Now you've got your door
And I wonder what goes on
I've got my Chinese screen
But you know I can't hide a thing at all
And all that I can think of
Is that how you used to be me
On the phone to you while your lover died outside
And in this chair tonight
I wouldn't mind if I die
And left you to your new friend
Your new friend
Now don't get me wrong
I know I'm still your boyfriend
But that doesn't mean a damn thing at all
As long as you've got your new friend
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Writer(s): William Rahr Callahan
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