“I never intended for it to go any further than this And I didn’t want to hurt your feelings But I just want to be friends.” > Best said, is the ladies anthem And you’ll hear it played over and over again If you’re no immediate threat to the couchie No liberator of the hips No invader of the lips Or No potential conquistador into her heartland However, you of all people can get a date Because you put on the world’s greatest show You’re a Ringley Brother And if there was a metaphor to sum it all up You’re the court jester performing for a Queen In the absence of her King You make her smile, Make her laugh And when it’s all said and done you don’t expect payment Because you do it simply from the heart And looking at her is just as good as gold Yet you wait attentively to hear it, the final “Goodnight!” Then watch as your gold is melted right before your eyes Nonetheless, she still hands you out a hug as if you were charity case But you don’t refuse because deep in your heart you know this the only ration of love you’ll ever receive from her. So you take it and go. Get back in your car; drive the long road home with her hug still clinging to your body Get home, Walk through the door, put your keys on the dresser, Take off your shoes, brush your teeth, and put on your boxers Then lay back on the pillow in the bed with your arms crossed behind your head As you smell the scent of her perfume still running through your nostrils. Not before long you’re getting high off a hug Seeing her face in the cracks of you’re ceiling right before you pass out To have the best dream you’ve ever had in your life. Only to have it abruptly interrupted by the screaming alarm telling you its time to go to work. So you wake up hung over on her to the sober reality of It’s never going to Happen! Put back on your clothes, strap on your boots, grab your id and go to work like you’ve always done. And while you’re on your lunch break You sit at the table by yourself staring at the ceiling As a coworker passes you by asking, “Are you alright?” Your response being, “Sure, I’m just thinking.” But the truth is you were daydreaming, still looking at her in the ceiling because it’s the only high you have left When you’re getting stoned to death from being just a friend.