You and I drive me to the beat of a different drumOh, can't you tell by the way I runEvery time you make eyes at meYou cry and moan and say you don't want to work outBut honey child, I got my doubtsYou can't see the forest for the treesSo don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm notIt is just that I'm not in the market for a girlWho wants to love only meAnd I ain't saying you ain't prettyOh, can't you tell by the way I runAll I'm saying is I'm not readyFor any person, place or thingTo try and pull the reins in on meSo goodbyeI'm leaving, I see no sense in you cryingAnd you grieving that we'll both live a life longerIf you live without meSo don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm notIt is just that I'm not in the market for a girlWho wants to love only meAnd I ain't saying you ain't prettyAll I'm saying is I'm not readyFor any person, place or thingTo try and pull the reins in on meSo goodbyeI'm leaving, I see no sense in you cryingAnd you grieving we'll both live a life longerIf you live without meIf you live without meIf you live without me