For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds, and learn about football
IF IT MADE YOU STAY BUT YOU WONT BUT YOU WONT
So don't bother,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
I promise you won't ever see me cry
And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type, not your type, not your type, not your type
I promise you won't ever see me cry.