Man At Ransom

I had a best friend once He was male. He was handsome. And then he started dating And he was kept at ransom Oh woe betide and how I cried For my best friend had gone He disappeared in lustful haze And I was left with no-one He appeared occasionally When allowed to come up for air But time ticked by, and I shall not lie I forgot to notice he wasnt there And then I started dating A man who was handsome I locked my fingers into his And I held him at ransom Time it passed and slowly My man replaced my friend I kept him locked in bars of love And I couldn't see the end But then he left. He upped and flew. To another land of the free And I stood standing staring at the open door And in my hand the key But then the strangest thing occured My man-friend started to break out He burst through her mighty cage And he began to shout And whilst it was nice, I didnt care For I wanted my man to come home I didnt want my best friend to return Whilst my man was allowed to roam Then I thought a little more How strange I never have the two Why cant I love and have a man-friend Shouldn't you be allowed the old and new Oh but woe betied and how I cried Its a fact of life we have to bear For friends support and lovers love But you just cannot have both there. Why oh why? I hear you cry. Well you see, for every man thats handsome Theres a woman with her lock and key Holding him at the queen's ransom