You and I travel to the beat of a different drum Oh cant you tell by the way I run Everytime you make eyes at me wo oh You cry and moan and say it will work out But honey child Ive got my doubts You cant see the forest for the Trees So dont get me wrong its not that Im knockin Its just that I am not in the market For a boy who wants to love only me Yeah And I aint saying you aint pretty All Im sayins Im not ready For any person, place or thing To try and pull the reins in on me So Goodbye Ill be leavin I see no sense In this cryin and grievin Well both live lots longer If you live without me So dont get me wrong its not that Im knockin Its just that I am not in the market For a boy who wants to love only me yeah Yeah And I aint saying you aint pretty All Im sayins I aint ready For any person, place or thing To try and pull the reins in on me yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Wooohooow! All right! Yeah! Wooohooow! All right! yeah! Yeah!
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