different drum

You and I travel to
the beat of a different drum
Oh cant you tell
by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me
Wo-oh
You cry and moan
and say it will work out
But honey child
Ive got my doubts
You cant see the forest
for the trees
Oh dont get me wrong
Its not that I knock it
Its just
that I am not in the market
For a boy
who wants to love only me
Yes and I aint saying
you aint pretty
All Im saying is Im not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull
the reins in on me
So goodbye Ill be leaving
I see no sense
in this crying and grieving
Well both live a lot longer
If you live without me
Oh dont get me wrong
Its not that I knock it
Its just
that I am not in the market
For a boy who
wants to love only me
Yes and I aint saying
you aint pretty
All Im saying is Im not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull
the reins in on me
So goodbye Ill be leaving
I see no sense
in this crying and grieving
Well both live a lot longer
If you live without me