Из альбома: Greatest Hits
You and I travel to the beat of a different drum.
Oh, can't you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me?
Whoa oh
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.
Oh, 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.
Yes 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 this crying and grieving.
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
For a boy who wants to love only me.
Yes 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 this crying and grieving.
We'll both live a lot longer
If you live without me.