Lyrics:

I'm feelin' so good right now There's a handsome boy tells me how I changed his past He buys me a brandy But could it be he's really just after my ass? He likes the clothes I wear He says he likes a man who's dressed in season But no-one else ever stares, he's being so kind What's the reason? How many friends have I really got? You can count 'em on one hand How many friends have I really got? How many friends have I really got? That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am? Suddenly it's the silver screen And a face so beautiful that I have to cry out Everybody hears me But I look like a fool now With a cry and I shy out She knows all of my friends But it's nice to find a woman who's keen on living Now I think I've reached the end I wonder in the dead of night - how do I rate? How many friends have I really got? How many friends have I really got? How many friends have I really got? That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am? It's all like a dream you know When you're still up early in the morning And you all sit together to watch the 1 come through But things don't look so good When you could use a bit of warning Then you know that no-one will ever speak the truth about you How many friends have I really got? How many friends have I really got? How many friends have I really got? That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am? When I first signed a contract It was more than a handshake then I know it still is But there's a plain fact We talk so much shit behind each other's backs I get the willies People know nothing about their own s