I won't send roses or hold the door
I won't remember which dress you wore
My heart is too much in control the lack of romance in my soul will turn you gray kid so stay away kid
Forget my shoulder when you're in need
Forgetting birthdays is guaranteed
And should I love you you would be the last to know
I won't send roses and roses suit you so
My pace is frantic my temper's cross
With words romantic
I'm at a loss
I'd be the first one to agree that I'm preoccupied with me
And it's inbred kid so keep your head kid
In me you'll find things like guts and nerve but not the kind things that you deserve
And so while there's a fighting chance just turn and go
I won't send roses and roses suit you so
