The lady is his and the lady is mine.

Things may seem black but they still could be white.

The lady is ours and that's all right.

If you want to own her, you're going to fail.

You talk about love, but you think about jail.

Nobody warned you but you should have known,

The lady is ours, but the lady's her own.

Perhaps I'll regret it but I haven't yet.

She says that she wants me and that's what she'll get.

It's not like we planned it, but what's that to me?

The lady is ours but the lady is free.