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