I ask if I can borrow a pound
for the parking meter outside
you say no and roll your eyes
making it clear you’d rather die.
I thought that we were good mates,
that we were the best of friends,
I also thought friends help each other,
I’m sorry if that idea offends.
Friends are there for each other,
friends stand side by side,
If I could help you out I would,
you’d never be denied.
Good friends help each other out,
and you know I’d do the same,
but when I ask the smallest favour,
you make me feel so ashamed.
I ask a favour and rest assured
you would always be paid back double,
I think I must have misunderstood
when you said nothing is too much trouble.