Different Drum by Lobo Lyrics

You and I
Travel to the beat of a different drum
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

Now don't get me wrong
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I am not in the market
For a girl who wants to love only me

And I'm not saying that you ain't pretty
All's I saying'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 leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We'll both live a lot longer
If you live without me