When James got angry
James and I are friends
We don't know why
I'm twenty and James is thirty five
Each friday we go out dancing
Looking for love
We end up in the car eating kebab
Friday night in a small town
Same old music
Testonsterone with nowhere to go
Three o clock outside the club
There's always fights
Friends become enemies for the night
To much beer and testosterone
Too many broken hopes
Lovesick men break eachothers bones
Ladies don't give James a chance
He can not dance
He's scalp is bald but he's not bold
James carries a lot of frustration
And so do I
We drink vodka that we don't even like
One friday we met a guy named Zayn
Shy and overweight
He is like an eastern version of James
Zayn and James, by women ignored
They started to talk
Like boxers throwing eachother jokes
One of the jokes got out of control
James and Zayn
Screaming and pushing at the dance floor
I've never seen James like that before
But I've seen fights
Broken noses and blood on the dance floor
James was full of testosterone and beer
It was so clear
Zayn was a symbol of all he hated in himself
James wanted to be tough for one night
"I'm gonna kill you"
Like if women would like a man that wins a fight
Drunken men where cheering at James
Offering to join in
Zayn would not be able to stand a chance
I ran around the club in despair
Looking around
But the guard was nowhere to be found
I returned with a hard beating pulse
First thing I saw was James
His crying face and his arms around Zayn
Testosterone filled men around James
Called him bad names
They hoped to see blood but instead saw a hug
"I am very sorry" said James
And so said Zayn
Then we went together to the kebab place
James and I are friends
The reason why:
I love that he's so calm and shy
We don't know why
I'm twenty and James is thirty five
Each friday we go out dancing
Looking for love
We end up in the car eating kebab
Friday night in a small town
Same old music
Testonsterone with nowhere to go
Three o clock outside the club
There's always fights
Friends become enemies for the night
To much beer and testosterone
Too many broken hopes
Lovesick men break eachothers bones
Ladies don't give James a chance
He can not dance
He's scalp is bald but he's not bold
James carries a lot of frustration
And so do I
We drink vodka that we don't even like
One friday we met a guy named Zayn
Shy and overweight
He is like an eastern version of James
Zayn and James, by women ignored
They started to talk
Like boxers throwing eachother jokes
One of the jokes got out of control
James and Zayn
Screaming and pushing at the dance floor
I've never seen James like that before
But I've seen fights
Broken noses and blood on the dance floor
James was full of testosterone and beer
It was so clear
Zayn was a symbol of all he hated in himself
James wanted to be tough for one night
"I'm gonna kill you"
Like if women would like a man that wins a fight
Drunken men where cheering at James
Offering to join in
Zayn would not be able to stand a chance
I ran around the club in despair
Looking around
But the guard was nowhere to be found
I returned with a hard beating pulse
First thing I saw was James
His crying face and his arms around Zayn
Testosterone filled men around James
Called him bad names
They hoped to see blood but instead saw a hug
"I am very sorry" said James
And so said Zayn
Then we went together to the kebab place
James and I are friends
The reason why:
I love that he's so calm and shy