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. You cry and moan and say it’ll work out. But honey child I’ve got my doubts. You can’t see the forest for the trees. Don’t get me wrong it’s not that I’d knock it. It’s just that I I’m not in the market for a girl who wants to love only me. And I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty all I’m saying’s I’m not ready. For any person place or thing to try and pull the reins in on me. So goodbye I don’t believe and I see no sense. In this crying and grieving we’ll both live a lot longer if you live without me