How Could You Choose The Dirty Blonde?

When I see you, my own personal hell is summoned In my head The one man I love Chooses the dirty blonde Over the brunette That blonde Is my best friend And she gloats about you 24-7 And the flame burns me To a crisp What do I do? What do I say When the one that helped break my heart Is at my house almost every night And knows all my secrets And as J.K Rowling once said It's hard to stand up to your enemy (Or you) But even harder to stand up to your friends (Her) Every time she speaks about you I look in her crystal blue eyes And say ok What else is there i can do