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You say he's not for me.
You ask how could he be.
I answer simple-ly,
"He's not for you."
You say that we're all wrong.
You say my head's too strong.
I answer all along,
"He's not for you."
Why don't you give up now?
I don't have the time to spend
On spelling out
Why it won't work in the end.
I'm moving on.
I think you should swallow your pride
And be gone
When I'm by his side.
No need to make him choose.
No need to say, "You lose."
After all, it's no use.
He's not for you.
Don't make him fret and frown.
You know you should step down.
The word that's goin' around is,
"He's not for you."
Why don't you give up now?
I don't have the time to spend
On spelling out
Why it won't work in the end.
I'm moving on.
I think you should swallow your pride
And be gone
When I'm by his side.
He may not be for me.
I'll admit that may be.
He may not have been tailor-made for me, maybe,
But one thing I know for damn sure is that, baby,
He's not -
He's not for you.
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