So many people want me to kiss him
So many people want me to care
So many people are pushing me towards him
Why can't they see that I won't go there?
I'm over eighty, it's time to grow up
We'll be friends forever, but that's where it stops
Holding his hand doesn't mean we're in love
I just can't explain, oh gods above,
Don't you see?
It's not like that with me!
So many people assuming they know
Just how I feel when I look in her eyes
I see myself better when she's watching me
But that's where it ends: this is no disguise.
I'm just a human with issues to sort
She helps me get through them – that's all to report
The kiss that we shared doesn't mean that I'm gone
I've still got a brain and my head's still straight on
Don't you see?
It's not like that with me!
I know that I'll always view him as a friend
And I know that she'll always be there when I call
We'll battle together, we'll fight till the end
We'll be there for each other if one of us falls
But there's no betrayal or lovers' rejection
We're bound to each other by a different affection
So I'll kiss him sometime if I feel like I want to
And I'll hug her because she is worth holding on to
But that's as far as it goes and as far as it could
Maybe we can't explain it as well as we should
What's the fuss?
It's not like that with us!