Friends Of Friends Lyrics

I wanna go!
On the 14 street
In old New York
I'd rather be home
But it's all the same
Crowded places and planes
New Amsterdam and

Much is call and your girlfriend is coming home.

You got friends of new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends are

Got a cheap dress on
And the life
My hat and guff
My money please
Oh much is,
You're the bird black hair
I'd rather be home
My president step.

When I call you don't pick up anymore

But I've got friends of new friends
And friends of old friends
And friends enough!

When I call you don't pick up anymore

But I've got friends of a new friends
And friends got old friends
And friends enough.