Amy Winehouse - Best Friends, Right? Lyrics
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Best Friends, Right?
Best Friends, Right? Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Best Friends, Right? By Amy Winehouse?
I can't wait to get away from you
Unsurprisingly you hate me too We only communicate when we need to fight But we are best friends right? You're too good at pretending you don't care There's enough resentment in the air You don't want me in the flat When you're home at night But we're best friends right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette You know what all my faces mean And it's easy to smoke it up, forget Everything that happened in between Nicky's right when he says I can't win So I don't wanna tell you anything I can't even think about how you feel inside But we are best friends, right? I don't like the way you say my name You're always looking for someone to blame You want me to suffer just 'cause you was born wide But we are best friends right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette You know what all my faces mean And its easy to smoke it up, forget Everything that happened in between I had love for you when I was four And there's no one I wanna smoke with more Someday I'll buy the Rizla, so you get the dro 'Cause we are best friends right, right, right? Because we are best friends right? Because we are best friends right? |
Who Wrote Best Friends, Right? By Amy Winehouse?
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What's The Duration Of The Best Friends, Right? By Amy Winehouse?The duration of Best Friends, Right? is 2:56 minutes and seconds. |
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