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..