My friendship to you.
Its a curious thing.
We laugh and we talk.
And sometimes we sing.

But nothing gets through.
So I stand back.
And ask,
What really is it-
My friendship to you?

We bicker and fight
And sometimes we cry
But nothing gets through
And so I ask,
Why?

My friendship to you.
Its a curious thing.
I really, really like it.
Don't you like it, too?