Lyrics Don't Tell Our Friends About Me - Andrew Combs
Well
he
older
I
am,
the
wiser
I'm
not
And
I
felt
ashamed
at
how
angry
I
got
I
know
I
wasn't
gettin'
my
message
across
I
know
you
can't
stand
me
when
that's
how
I
talk
When
I
summon
a
duel,
when
I
brandish
a
thought
I
was
wrong
to
turn
honesty
against
you
Sure,
some
of
them
could
use
a
good
talk
But
babe,
don't
tell
all
our
friends
about
me
Please,
baby,
don't
tell
our
friends
about
me
I
could
sleep
on
the
couch
if
you
want
me
to
I
can
be
a
good
dog
and
just
sit
with
you
Do
whatever
it
is
that
you
ask
me
to
do
'Til
you
forgive
me
and
I
forgive
you
I
know
you
got
the
beatin'
but
I
caught
a
feelin'
Frankly,
I
don't
know
what
else
I
can
confess
to
you
Lovers
may
quarrel
and
spar
sometimes
But
babe,
don't
tell
all
our
friends
about
me
Please,
baby,
don't
tell
our
friends
about
me
And
I
know
I
fucked
up
Know
I
fucked
up
Know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
But
please,
baby,
don't
tell
all
our
friends
about
me
You
said
you
just
needed
some
time
to
adjust
It's
forty-eight
hours,
three
weeks,
two
months
Hummingbirds
hum
and
worker
bees
buzz
You
put
too
much
confidence
in
the
people
you
trust
All
the
enemies
and
friends,
they
all
tend
to
judge
I'll
write
songs
that'll
help
me
deal
with
issues
And
sure,
some
people
may
hear
too
much
But
babe,
they
don't
tell
all
our
friends
about
us
You
know
it
makes
them
talk
too
much
Oh
please,
baby,
don't
tell
our
friends
about
me
Please,
baby,
don't
tell
all
our
friends
about
me
Yeah,
I
know
I
fucked
up
Know
I
fucked
up
Know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
Know
I
fucked
up
I
know
I
fucked
up
But
please,
baby,
don't
tell
all
our
friends
about
me
1 4 X 10
2 Reptilia
3 You and Whose Army?
4 Don't Tell Our Friends About Me
5 I Envy the Wind
6 Expectations
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