Platonic

i wont be one of his girls i refuse to be one of his girls we're just friends who once did a few things but everythings platonic. platonic talk. platonic hugs. platonic love. platonic friends. but then you take a swig. pick up the phone. give me a ring. platonic is twisted. and everything changes. we're back to messing around. but then morning comes. and that swig has settled. and we're back to platonic. platonic talk. platonic hugs. platonic love. platonic friends. except now. now i'm "one of his girls" something i never thought i'd be. i never wanted to be. so next time you take a swig. next time you pick up the phone. don't call me. not if you're twisting the platonic. not if you're changing our ways. i won't be one of your girls. i won't be twisted. i want the platonic.