I've met a girl, her name was Jenny.
She've rocked as I would roll.
Her eyes were as bright as new penny
Just like her vivid soul.
We've soared so high, birds of a feather,
Until it stroke me bad.
Not only do you like "together",
But also you love "friend".
The friends we are, the friends we always.
The bliss shall I sensate?
Indeed I shall by all the morals,
Though it is just too late.
How could I know that dreams can be
So pure and so unclean?
I wish she would be there for me
For me and not for him.