| 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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| Oh don’t get me wrong it’s not that I knock it It’s just that I am not in the market
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| For a boy who wants to love only me Yes and I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty
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| All I’m saying, I’m not ready
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| For any person place or thing
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| To try and pull the reins in on me
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| So good-bye I’ll be leaving
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| I see no sense in this crying and grieving
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| We’ll both live a lot longer if you live without me Oh don’t get me wrong it’s not that I knock it It’s just that I am not in the market
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| For a boy who wants to love only me Yes, and I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty
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| All I’m saying, I’m not ready
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| For any person place or thing
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| To try and pull the reins in on me
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| So good-bye I’ll be leaving
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| I see no sense in this crying and grieving
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| We’ll both live a lot longer if you live without me |