Lyrics:
That's what your friends will do.
That's what they will do.
They will come with great pretense,
To gain your confidence.
They'll take you round the bend,
And fry you in the end.
That's what your friends will do.
That's what they will do.
They will look right in your eyes,
And tell you the wickedest lies.
Make you promises,
But never accomplishes.
That's what your friends will do.
That's what they will do.
They will dress up in you clothes,
And punch you in your nose.
Dress up in your shoes,
And still carry false news.
That's what your friends will do.
That's what they will do.
They will know that you in jail,
And never try to get you bail.
And know that you're in trouble,
And try to make it double.
That's what your friends will do.
That's what they will do.
They will steal your only goat,
And then them cutting throat.
If you're ever robbed,
Would've come back for you car.
Copyright:
1981 EMI America Records/Rolling Stones Records