Lyrics
You tell me that you love me—of this I have no doubt
You tell me that you love me—of this I have no doubt
But the ring on your finger tells me I’m the odd man out
You tell me that my kisses are sweeter than wine
You tell me that my kisses are sweeter than wine
But I heard you tell your mister that you’d be home by nine
If two makes company, three’s what makes a crowd
If two makes company, three’s what makes a crowd
So it’s time I hit the highway, ‘cause I’m the odd man
I’m the odd man out