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
|
|
-----------------
|
Different Drum
|
| Me First and the Gimme Gimmes |
