my best friend

You call me up in the mornings

We’ll stay on the phone until dawning

You tell me secrets I actually keep

You call me up around noon and

Bring me all the good gossip

You hold my head when I throw up

I hold your hand when you weep

And we talk about friends and we talk about records,

talk about life and we’ll talk about death

And we dance in the living room,

dance on the sidewalks

Dance in the movies, dance at the festivals,

dance, dance

No men ever really dance like this