Print

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum Oh can't you tell by the way I run Evertime you make eyes at me 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 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 and pull the reins in on me So goodbye, I'll be leaving, I see no sense in crying and grieving We'll both live a lot longer, if you live without me From Letras Mania