VERSE 1 I cant be at your beckon 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 wont be another turn, to gather up and use what you learn. VERSE 2 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...