| 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, 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 | 
| 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, yeah | 
| Yeah and I ain’t saying, you ain’t pretty | 
| All I’m saying is, I’m not ready | 
| For any person, place or thing | 
| To try to pull the reins in on me | 
| So goodbye, I’ll be leavin' | 
| I see no sense in 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, yeah | 
| Yeah and I ain’t saying, you ain’t pretty | 
| All I’m saying is, I’m not ready | 
| For any person, place or thing | 
| To try to pull the reins in on me | 
| Yeah, alright, alright | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |