| You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
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| Oh, can’t you tell by the way I run?
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| Every time you make eyes at me, oh
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| You cry and 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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| So, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I knock it
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| It’s just that I am not in the market
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| For a boy who wants to love only me, yeah
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| Yeah and I ain’t saying, you ain’t pretty
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| All I’m saying is, I’m not ready
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| For any person, place or thing
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| To try to 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 crying and grieving
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| We’ll both live a lot longer
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| If you live without me
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| So, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I knock it
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| It’s just that I am not in the market
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| For a boy who wants to love only me, yeah
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| Yeah and I ain’t saying, you ain’t pretty
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| All I’m saying is, I’m not ready
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| For any person, place or thing
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| To try to pull the reins in on me
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| Yeah, alright, alright
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |