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Watch the boy and girl lookin' all in love as they come in,
Wipe the grease off my hand on to my apron, and grab a pen,
She wants a burger, he just wants his coffee black,
Write down the order, wonder what its like to be in love like that,

I bet he buys her flowers for no reason at all,
And in their house pictures of them on every wall,
She loves his mother, and her daddy loves him too,
I smile, hand them a check, head out the door into the night so blue,

When I get home
I let down my hair,
Pull of my apron and grab a beer,
Pick up the phone, I don't feel bad about it,
Some say this kind of love is surely venomous,
I say he's just my friend, with benefits,

It's 10 o clock and I feel my night has just begun,
Standing in a tank top in the kitchen baking,
He never turns me down comes running when I call,
Shows up with whiskey in his smile, and that's just my style,

When I get home I let down my hair
Put on a record and grab a beer,
Pick up the phone, I don't feel bad about it,
Some say this kind of love is surely venomous,

I say he's just my friend, with benefits,
When I get home I let down my hair,
Roll up a joint and i grab a beer,
Pick up the phone I don't feel bad about it,

I'm not knocking love I just haven't found it,
Don't have to whisper honey, no I can shout it,
If I'm alone I know my way around it,|
Some say this kind of love is surely venomous,

I say he's just my friend,
I say he's just my friend,
I say he's just my friend,

With benefits.

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