What's the word, friend?

Are we in the clear?

Have we got things to fear?

You've got the feathers ruffled up

My hair is standing up

So, what's the word, then?

Whose got the upper hand

Or aren't we keeping score

What have you got in store

My forehead starts to sweat

I'm sitting at the edge

Who'll be the bigger man

I've got to admit that I've gotten too attached

But you're the sweetest pear in the patch

Who really cares how anyone feels

When it all boils down to that

I guess it's all there

You can count it if you want

I wouldn't try that stunt

I'm shooting straight tonight

My hands are in plain sight

I mean that's if you care

I've got to admit that I've gotten too attached

But you're the sweetest pear in the patch

Who really cares how anyone feels

When it all boils down to that