The grass is so much greener
Now that it's raining and pouring
She talks about her dark green sadness
You find her more than brave
And you hope she sees that
But she doesn't do more than talk to you
And she says: 'Do you need bad friends?
I have too many.
Very bad friends,
I have some too much'
Under wet summer trees
She lies next to the cat
She doesn't look
At the windows you clean
The woman you want to dream about
Are you escaping at night now too?
And she says: 'Do you need bad friends?
I have too many.
Very bad friends,
I have too many much'

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