The Fabled “Friend-Zone”

Sit and rest those weary feet

While I sing of a place well-known,

Perch by the fire, bask in its heat,

And I’ll tell you of the fabled “Friend-Zone”

 

I hear hella complainin’

Bitchin, and dread

‘Bout chicks abstainin—

But that shit’s all in your head

 

It’s no legend spun by broads,

It is simply an excuse

Used by those poor sods

Who do not know how to seduce

 

You gotta make it clear

Boy, but don’t be crass,

You gotta be sincere

And just maybe you’ll tap that ass

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