I thought that you were my friend,
so good, so true, and very kind.
For me, many rules you did bend.
Yet one day you did offend,
and I could not leave it behind.
I thought that you were my friend.
You urged me to shop and spend,
a lot of money, as if I were blind.
For me, many rules you did bend.
Still grateful for your will to mend,
your warmth was steady, loving, refined.
I thought that you were my friend.
It was you who did recommend
the very job I had in mind.
For me, many rules you did bend.
I’m glad our bond did not end,
but grew stronger, more intertwined.
I know now you are my friend,
For me, many rules you still bend.
