I can't be at your beck and call
Your love so slow and heavy
Its like a southern drawl
And it dont seem worth your time
If the two of us ain't one of a kind
I won't be another turn
To gather up and use what you learn
And of course he's always on your mind
You should hold him dear
Leave his love behind
Cause you can't call it moving on
If all i do, is make you feel so wrong
I won't be another turn
To gather up and use what you learn
If always a man might love
Loving to laugh to do and to give?
I know that it could take some time
Go be with him, but then be mine...
