I cant be at your beckon call
Your love so slow and heavy
It's like a southern drawl
And it don't seem worth your time
If the two of us ain't one of a kind

I wont 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 cant call it moving on
If all I do, is make you feel so wrong

I wont 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...