I cant be at your beckon callyour love so slow and heavyIt’s like a southern drawlAnd it dont seem worth your timeIf the two of us ain’t one of a kindI wont be another turnTo gather up and use what you learnAnd of course he’s always on your mindYou should hold him dearLeave his love behindCause you cant call it moving onIf all i do, is make you feel so wrongI wont be another turnTo gather up and use what you learnIf always a man might loveLoving to laugh to do and to give?I know that it could take some timeGo be with him, but then be mine…