He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

Get the firehouse Whoo, hoo, yeah She's like bad weather but it seems so good You'd never leave her but you know you should She'll adore you and she'll floor you With her wisdom and her vision And you'll love it and think of it Till you lose all intuition

She's not me She's not me and she'll never be, never be, never be Eh, or is it none of my business? None of my business (oh, ah, oh, ah, eh) Is it none of my business? (oh, ah, oh, ah, eh) She doesn't love you like I do She doesn't have my name However