You just drag me down
And Iīve got the scars to show
I think you oughta know
(Whoah) You got the best of me
Mister Friendly
(Whoah) You got the best of me
Donīt ask canīt promise any favors
Donīt want to owe you in anything again
Bad luck itīs your occupation
Canīt you see you are your own worst friend
Iīm gone the masquerade is over
Iīm cashinī in the silver tray
So long I canīt buy this evil game you play
You just drag me down
And Iīve got the scars to show
I think you oughta know
(Whoah) You got the best of me
(Whoah) You got the best of me
Mister Friendly
(Whoah) You got the best of me
(Whoah) You got the best of me
Heīs standing in your way
You smile like itīs okay
Knowing youīll show him somehow
Youīre running out of time
Too late to change your mind
No one can save you now
INSTRUMENTAL
Mister Friendly
(Whoah) You got the best of me
Mister Friendly
(Whoah) You got the best of me
Mister Friendly
(Whoah) You got the best of me
Mister Friendly
(Whoah) You got the best of me, yeah-hey