If we can't be lovers, we can't be friends
If we can’t be lovers, we can't be friends
This is the last and final score
Don't bother showing me the door
If you're not gone, I'll call the law
This is the end
By this time tomorrow, you are a memory
By this time tomorrow, baby please let me be
I don't care what kind of guy you want
Give him the dial, you know I won't
If you're not gone I'll call the law
This is the end
Maybe I'll call you if I need a meal
Maybe I'll ball you, if I need a cheap steal
Well I don't care what kind of guy you want
It's your cheap style you know I want
If I'm not gone you become the law
This is the end