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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, woah

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

So 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 saying you ain't pretty

All I'm saying, I'm not ready

For any person, place, or thing

To try and pull the reins in on me

So goodbye, I'll be leaving

I see no sense in this crying and grieving

We'll both live a lot longer

If you live without me

So 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 saying you ain't pretty

All I'm saying, I'm not ready

For any person, place, or thing

To try and pull the reins in on me

So goodbye, I'll be leaving

I see no sense in this crying and grieving

We'll both live a lot longer

If you live without me