Text: Barry Manilow. Some Kind Of Friend.

I saw you at the Beechwood Cafe
You looked at me and then you looked away
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be

You said you had places that you had to be
Now who is gonna be there for me
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be

Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Baby, that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be

They say a women like you can't get enough
Got your Mazaradi built for two
They say that women like you like to play with love
Is that true?

When I ran into you the other day
You smiled at me but you had nothin' to say
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be

Oh, tell me why'd you do what you did to me
Covered up your life so I couldn't see
Now that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be

Lady, that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned to be
Baby, that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be

I never should have let you get to me
Never should have let you bring me down
Didn't know that I was just some fantasy
That you found

Some kind, some kind of friend
Some kind
Some kind, some kind of friend
Some kind

Some kind, some kind of friend
Some kind
Some kind, some kind of friend
Some kind

Lady, that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned to be
Baby, that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Some kind of friend