i ve known him all my life it seems so inconceivable at thirteen we shook hands but we ve been always inseparable he s cinnamon on my toast we re so close that s not to say we haven t had our share of arguments he s so unpredictable he winks acknowledgments when i would rather he closed his eye than push me aside my hand s a five leaf clover it s palm sunday over and over i never had the luck of swingers till i was wrapped around your finger he s my best friend he s my best friend he s my best friend i m his best friend he s my best friend you don t need a brain to have a stroke of genius or a beautiful girl to let down your curls cause growing up is hard enough when you re a powderkeg for powderpuffs i d never ask another on a date to the ball he doesn t need a rubber sweater or alcohol cause he gets tipsy from exchanging looks and a little misty reading sticky blue dirty books but he s my best friend he s my best friend i m his best friend he s my best friend my hand s a five leaf clover it s palm sunday over and over i never had the luck of swingers till i was wrapped around your finger he s my best friend he s my best friend he s my best friend he s my best friend he s my best friend he s my best friend i m his best friend 
['beatlesque', 'jangle pop', 'power pop']