For you, Id give up all I own And move to a communist country If you came with me, of course And Id file my nails so they don’t hurt you And lose those pounds, and learn about football If it made you stay, but you won’t, but you won’t So don’t bother,Ill be fine, Ill be fine, Ill be fine, Ill be fine Promise you won’t ever see me cry And after all I’m glad that I’m not your type