Different Drum

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, 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
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
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 to pull the reins in on me
So goodbye, I’ll be leavin'
I see no sense in crying and grieving
We’ll both live a lot longer
If you live without me
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
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 to pull the reins in on me
Yeah, alright, alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah