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Credits
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Pamela Hopkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Annie E DeChant
Songwriter
James J Pollock
Songwriter
Terry Smith
Songwriter
Jim Pollack
Songwriter
Lyrics
Girl, I love it when we sit up talkin'
With a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine
I trust you with anything that's weighin' on my mind
You pick me up when he's let me
Down, and I thank God that you're around
Remember when I thought he was cheatin' and you called me insane
Well, girl he's cheatin' and I know who's to blame
It ain't that pretty little thing next
Door who's always needin' somethin' fixed
Or the waitress at the diner he always over-tips
It ain't his ex who called last night, no you helped me see the light
With that picture of you on his phone, wearin' nothin' but your tattoo
Ooh, who, who needs enemies with Friends Like You
Those champagne satin sheets in bed you're layin' on here are mine
A picture's worth a thousand words and this photograph ain't lyin'
Spare us both, shut your mouth,
You gotta devil tongue and the truth is out
It ain't that sexy little back-up singer in his buddies cover band
Or the cutie at the Kroger who's lookin' for a man
It ain't his ex who called last night, no you helped me see the light
With that picture of you on his phone, wearin' nothin' but your tattoo
Ooh, who, who needs enemies with Friends Like You
Mystery solved, I'm glad it's over
They say keep your friends close I shoulda kept you closer
It ain't that pretty little thing next
Door who's always needin' somethin' fixed
Or the waitress at the diner he always over-tips
It ain't his ex who called last night, no you helped me see the light
With that picture of you on his phone, wearin' nothin' but your tattoo
Ooh, who, who needs enemies with Friends Like You
Writer(s): Sandra Isabella Ramos, Terry B. Smith, James J. Pollock
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