I took our pictures off the wall, picked all your clothes up off the floor
Put them inside a box, taped it up, sent it straight out to New York
Moved in together, second floor, she kept on coming to your bar
There's something going on

You're too quick on the draw, lie every time you talk
It makes me feel so crazy, like I got everything wrong
You're quiet on the phone, what time you coming home?
I hope it doesn't mean what I know it means

I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah

Love's wearing off, I do believe
Suspicions that you have done the deed

And you say nothing's wrong, but I know that it's wrong
I hit you up again and wait, but you don't respond
Said she was from the past, the past is in your arms
And now I realize you were never mine

I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah
I think he's got a girl (the day I broke it off, you hit her up: Baby, what's happening?)
Oh, yeah (he's got a girl, and she's rich and from Manhattan)
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah (I think he's got a girl)
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah (I think he's got a girl, yeah, yeah)
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah
I think he's got a girl, oh, yeah
Got a girl