There's millions of people across this earth
There's millions of reasons to look around
From the Gold Gate to the Firth of Forth
From the big band beat to the reggae sound.
I don't really want to love you
I don't really want to like you
I don't really want to know you
I don't really want to see you.
You don't really do anything for me
You know that it's nothing personal
You're just not my type why can't you see
Don't give me your number, I'll never call.
Chorus
What is the deal with people like you
Can't take a hint from what I can tell
The way you act makes me feel quite blue
Can't make leave, you're a real hard sell.
Chorus
Just turn around and walk out the door
Get on with your life, take a stroll down the beach
I'm not the one you're looking for
A love like mine is too hard to reach.
Chorus
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