You're married to my brother, and I've never liked you. We're forced to hug eachother, and it feels weird, and you smell weird, and I can't wait for you to leave.
I don't like you, you don't like me. Why do we both pretend to be friends? We're not friends, no. Friends? We're not friends, no.
I run in to you at a Walgreens. And I try to duck before you see me, But I bump into you by the orange juice. I say: "Hi." You say: "How are you?" I say: "Thanks! Well, I should be going."
I don't wanna talk with you. And I know, you don't like me. Why do we both pretend to be friends? We're not friends, no. Friends? We're not friends, no.