There's No Truth In The Rumours

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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