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.