Him - Rupert Holmes

Over by the window

There’s a pack of cigarettes

Not my brand, you understand

Sometimes the girl forgets

She forgets to hide them

I know who left those smokes 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 without 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's 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 without 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 once were

It’s goodbye 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 without 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

What’s she gonna do about him?

She’s gonna have to do without him

Or do without 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