Friends of Friends Songtext
von Hospitality

I don′t wanna go
Down to 14th street
In old New York
I'd rather be home
But it′s all the same
Crowded bars and plains
New Amsterdam and Old Richmond

I just called, and your girlfriend's coming home

But you've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends lookin′ out


Got a cheap dress on
With a wrinkled sleeve
My hat and glove
My money, please
Or we might just go
With a burnt black air
I′d rather be home
My president's there

When I call, you don′t pick up anymore

But I've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends lookin′ out

When I call, you don't pick up anymore

But I′ve got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends lookin' out