You're Not Me

Talk a wicked game
But when it comes on down to play,
I seem to hold on to my own
And it has always been that way.
You give a lash or two by tongue
But it ain't quite the same,
'Cause you're the sweet little thing
Under my arm and no one knows your name.
But that's okay,
(We'll make the finish line)
And anyway.
(We're gonna finish fine)
Hey what you say?
(This ought to blow my mind)
You're bad, bad, bad, baby, please.
(Want you to stay with me)
I'm on my knees.
(Want you to play with me)
Like birds and bees.
(Get home and play with me)
I'll be a sad, sad sack, girl.

I'm not you and you're not me,
And that's the way it'll always be.
From sea to every shining sea,
I'm not you and you're not me.

Fa-na-na-na, Fa-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.

Ever since I was a little boy
I've been out on my own.
Ever since you've been a little girl
you've never been alone.
Don't try to look into my head
And tell me how I feel.
Just give me space
And find your place or find another deal.
'Cause I've been good.
(I give you everything)
I've understood.
(When you do anything)
Supplied the wood.
(I'll make your choir sing)
You're bad, bad, bad, baby please.
(Want you to play with me)
I'm on my knees.
(Want you to stay with me)
Like birds and bees.
(Get home and play with me).
I'll be a sad, sad sack, girl.

Repeat Chorus.

I'm not you and you're not me,
'Cause you're the lock and I'm the key.
You're living in a fantasy,
I'm not you and you're not me.

Fa-na-na-na, Fa-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.

There's one more thing I have to say
Before I shut my mouth.
I'll take a trip around the world
Or send the whole thing south.
You've got the vibe, you've got the look,
But do you got the brains?
Don't rock the boat when you can't swim
And you never liked the rain.

© 1996 Roving Gypsies