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 Wo-ohYou 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...
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 Wo-oh
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...