You and I travel to the beat,
Of a different drum.
Oh, can't you tell by the way I run.
Every time you make eyes at me. Wo-oh.
You cry and moan and say,
"It will work out."
But, honey child, I've got my doubts.
You can't see the forest for the trees.
Oh, don't get me wrong,
It's not that I knock it.
It's just that I am not in the market,
For a boy who wants to love only me.
Yes, and I ain't sayin' you ain't pretty,
All I'm sayin'-- I'm not ready,
For any person place or thing.
To try and pull the reins in on me.
So, good-bye, I'll be leavin'.
I see no sense in this cryin' and grievin'.
We'll both live a lot longer,
If you live without me.
Oh, don't get me wrong,
It's not that I knock it.
It's just that I am not in the market,
For a boy who wants to love only me.
Yes, and I ain't sayin' you ain't pretty,
All I'm sayin'-- I'm not ready,
For any person place or thing.
To try and pull the reins in on me.
So, good-bye, I'll be leavin'.
I see no sense in this cryin' and grievin'.
We'll both live a lot longer,
If you live without me.