Friends (Tikaram Tanita)

I wanna be your friend Can I be your friend? I wanna be your friend Can I be your friend? I could go into your garden Serve you skin and bone I could do many manic things I wouldn't do alone And as my mother used to say Get out of the house and learn to play Join in the circle and meet someone Get out of the house I've a home to run A taste of honey A touch of warmth We'll learn to fend and find our favourite haunt We won't swap gossip We won't cause hate We'll take the morning to just contemplate Where will I be hiding six years from now? A job in the city? (or a child's know-how) Know how to win favours quite unconsciously Will this be heroic, or the end of me? I wanna be your friend Can I be your friend? I wanna be your friend Can I be your friend? I could talk to all the portraits hanging in the hall But I wanna be your friend Or nothing at all