You and I travel to the beat of a different [bad word] Oh, can't you tell by the way [bad word] Every time you make eyes at me

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

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

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

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