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You and I travel to the beat of a different drum |
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Oh can't you tell by the way I run |
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Everytime you make eyes at me wo oh |
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You cry and moan and say it will work out |
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But honey child I've got my doubts |
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You can't see the forest for the Trees |
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So don't get me wrong it's not that I'm knockin' |
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It's just that I am not in the market |
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For a boy who wants to love only me |
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Yeah And I ain't saying you ain't pretty |
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All I'm sayin's I'm not ready |
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For any person, place or thing |
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To try and pull the reins in on me |
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So Goodbye I'll be leavin' I see no sense |
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In this cry-in' and grievin' |
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We'll both live lots longer |
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If you live without me |
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So don't get me wrong it's not that I'm knockin' |
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It's just that I am not in the market |
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For a boy who wants to love only me yeah |
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Yeah And I ain't saying you ain't pretty |
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All I'm sayin's I ain't ready |
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For any person, place or thing |
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To try and pull the reins in on me - yeah! |
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Yeah! |
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Yeah! |
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Wooohooow! |
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All right! |
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Yeah! |
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Wooohooow! |
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All right! yeah! Yeah! |
