Different Drum

You and I
Travel to the beat of a different drum
Cant you tell
By the way I run
Everytime you make eyes at me
You moan and cry and say itll work out
Honey child, Ive got my doubt
You cant see the forest for the trees
Oh but dont get me wrong
Its not that Im knockin
Its just that Im not in the market
For a girl who wants to love
Only me
I aint saying you aint pretty
All Im saying is Im not ready,
Ready person, place or thing
To try and pull the rein in on me
So goodbye Ill be leavin
I can see no sense in cryin and grievin
And well both live a lot longer if you live
Without me
Oh but dont get me wrong
Its not that Im knockin
Its just that Im not in the market
For a girl who wants to love
Only me
I aint sayin you aint pretty
All Im saying is Im not ready,
Ready person, place or thing
To try and pull the rein in on me
So goodbye Ill be leavin
I can see no sense in cryin and grievin
Well both live a lot longer if you live
Without me