Lyrics
Poor, poor angela, what's become of you?
He's standing by the screen door, saying that you're through,
And all this heartbreak - will it ever end?
That's no way to treat a friend
Oh adriana, full of tears and woe
your gold turned into silver and your Oilver into stones:
They left when there was nothing more to spend
That's no way to treat a friend
There's ice out in the parlour three feet deep
The snow just keeps on falling, but the company you keep
Will it get you thorugh the winter in the end?
That's no way to treat a friend
Peter, poor peter, where will you go now?
Stuck out in a small town where the road runs out
And did he drop you with your bags out on the bend?
That's no way to treat a friend
You build up all your trusting three miles high
You build it up so solid you no longer see the sky
So when it falls, there is so much more to mend
That's no way to treat a friend
Mary, mary, mary, don't it make you blue
And as empty as the promises in the letters that he sends you,
It's a shame how he will borrow
every little thing you lend
That's no way to treat a friend
There's ice out in the parlour three feet deep
The snow just keeps on falling, but the company you keep
Will it get you through the winter in the end?
That's no way to treat a friend
