Between friends a wedge is driven
Neither party wants to give in
Often experiencing differences of opinion
Over a whorish man trying to win them
He plays both ends against the middle
Neither woman willing to play second fiddle
Over a dog looking for a bone
They don't know he has AIDS full blown
With these women he's destined to have sex
Off with one victim and on to the next
His lewd sexual escapades they don't detect
A smooth operator, for women he has no respect
A friendship lost and both women are crying
Fears of impending doom, sickness and dying
He candidly speaks of the good times he had
When told of their dilemma he said ' too Bad! '
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