| You and I travel to the beat of a diff’rent drum.
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| Oh, can’t you tell by the way I run
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| Ev’ry time you make eyes at me. |
| Wo oh.
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| You cry and you moan and say it will work out.
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| But honey child I’ve got my doubts.
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| You can’t see the forest for the trees.
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| Oh, don’t get me wrong. |
| It’s not that I’m knockin'.
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| It’s just that I’m not in the market
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| For a girl who wants to love only me.
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| Yes, and I ain’t sayin' you ain’t pretty.
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| All I’m sayin’s I’m not ready for any person,
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| Place or thing to try and pull the reins in on me.
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| So Goodbye, I’ll be leavin'.
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| I see no sense in the cryin' and grievin'.
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| We’ll both live a lot longer if you live without me.
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| Oh, don’t get me wrong. |
| It’s not that I’m knockin'.
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| It’s just that I’m not in the market
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| For a girl who wants to love only me.
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| Yes, and I ain’t sayin' you ain’t pretty.
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| All I’m sayin’s I’m not ready for any person,
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| Place or thing to try and pull the reins in on me.
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| So Goodbye, I’ll be leavin'.
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| I see no sense in the cryin' and grievin'.
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| We’ll both live a lot longer if you live without me. |