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