You Better Move On

You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love 
You tell me, I'm not the man she's worthy of 
But who are you to tell her who to love? 
That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above 
You better move on 

Well I know you can buy her fancy clothes 
But I believe she's happy with me without those things 
Still you beg me to set her free 
But my friend, that will never be 
You better move on 

Now I don't blame you for loving her 
But can't you understand, man, she's my girl 
And I, never never ever gonna let her go