They say you're brilliant
well you're still a friend of mine
They say they cannot grasp the vastness of your mind
They think you're hiding something they can find
Well I know your secrets and you're just a friend of mine

I hear you've moved into a green and gold estate
A river and a jetty and a watchman at the gate
I saw you yesterday in the shopping line
And I assured you you were still a friend of mine

I put my name on for an interview
I advertised that I was friends with you
I told them you were not a diamond they could mine
I told them you were just an old time friend of mine

Of mine, mine, mine
You're always working in your studio
I come to see you for a while, then go
Is this the only thing you think about?
You are the only thing I think about

You are the only
You are the only thing I think about