My wife she has a friend
And she talks to him
They talk on the phone
About my home
She says that he has many plants
And he can really dance
He's got lots of birds
Flying round his head
And she feels pretty good
When he takes her to bed
Well I don't know why
I feel I could cry
I just killed my friend
My wife she has a friend
That lives next door
In a chocolate house
That melts to the floor
He's got pretty cool model toys
His room is full of books
And weird white noise
His clothes are on the wall
He doesn't ever wear them
Just walks around the street
With nothing on his feet
Well I don't know why
I feel I could die
I just killed my friend
My wife she has a friend
She talks in her sleep
She calls out his name
And I feel pretty cheap
While I dream of girls
That I could never meet
I know deep down
I don't wanna cheat
I don't talk to no one except my dog
I don't talk to no one; I live like God
Don't meet no gals so why should I think
That love is a myth
That I'll never drink
Well I don't know why
I feel I could cry
I just killed my friend