But here Is where we must bow out Right here Is where the whole thing ends And just In case you're still in doubt There's no truth in the rumours We're just friends Not that We've anything of course Against That special breed of lad Or lass Or cat or dog or horse Whatever makes you feel good Can't be bad Though living in each other's lap We are the usual kind of chap Depend on it But since we're in the same small boat We try to strike the proper note And end on it Do-re-mi-fa- So here Is where we must bow out Right here Is where the whole thing ends And just In case you're still in doubt There's no truth in the rumours We're just friends You think that we protest too much? We shiver at each other's touch Perhaps we're repressing a deep need Did Sappho, Michelangelo And Proust know something we don't know Along with Jean Cocteau and André Gide? And what about the Venerable Bede? So here Is where we must bow out Right here Is where the whole thing ends And just In case you're still in doubt There's no truth in the rumours We're just friends
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