You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh, can't you tell by the way I run
Every 1 you make eyes at me

You cry and moan, and say it will 2 out
But honey child, I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees

Oh, don't get me 3
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I'm not in the market
For a boy, who wants to love 4 me

Yes, and I ain't saying you ain't pretty
All I'm sayin's that I'm not 5
For any person, place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me

So 6 , I'll be leavin' I see no sense
In this crying and grieving
We'll both 7 a lot longer
If you live without me