It's cold outside. And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside. In a long coat grey hat smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out. And I wonder what I'm doing. In a room like this. There's a knock on the door. And just for a second I thought. I remembered you. So now I'm alone. Now I can think for myself. About little deals. And S.U's. And things I just don't understand. A white lie that night. Or a sly touch at times. I don't think it meant anything to you. So I open the door. It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway. 'Please sit down'. A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed. You know I hate to ask. But are 'friends' electric?. Only mine's broke down. And now I've no-one to love. So I found out your reasons. For the phone calls and smiles. And it hurts. And I'm lonely. And I should never have tried. And I missed you tonight. It must be time to leave. You see it meant everything to me