You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh, cant you tell by the way I run?
Every time you make eyes at me, woah
You cry and moan, and say it will work out
But honey child, Ive got my doubts
You cant see the forest for the trees
So dont get me wrong
Its not that Im knockin
Its just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes, and I aint sayin you aint pretty
All Im sayins Im not ready
For any person, place, or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
So, goodbye, Ill be leavin
I see no sense
In this cryin and grievin
Well both live a lot longer
If you live without me
Oh, dont get me wrong
Its not that Im knockin
Its just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes, and I aint sayin you aint pretty
All Im sayins Im not ready
For any person, place, or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
So, goodbye, Ill be leavin
I see no sense
In this cryin and grievin
Well both live a lot longer
If you live without me