Over by the window There's a pack of cidarettes. Not my brand, you understand Sometimes the girl forgets. She forgets to hide them. I know who left those somkes behind. She'll say, "Oh he's just a friend." And I'll say, "Oh, I'm not blind" to Him, him, him, What's she gonna do about him? She's gonna have to do without him Or do whitout me, me, me, No one gets to get it for free; It's me or it's him. Don't know what he looks like. Don't know who he is. Don't know why she thought that I Would say, "What mine is his." I don't want to own her But I can't let her have it both ways. Three is one too many of us. She leaves with me or stays with Him, him, him, What's she gonna do about him? She's gonna have to do without him Or do whitout me, me, me, No one gets to get it for free; It's me or it's him. If she wants him she can have him, Just exactly how we onece were, It's good-bye to he and I And back to me and her without Him, him, him, What's she gonna do about him? She's gonna have to do without him Or do whitout me, me, me, No one gets to get it for free, Time for me to make the girl see It's me or it's him. Him, him, him, What's she gonna do about him? She's gonna have to do without him Or do whitout me, me, me, No one gets to get it for free, Time for me to make the girl see It's me or it's him.