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
grey, 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 would be the
first one to agree
that I'm preoccupied
with me
And it's inbred kid
so keep
your head kid
Give me your
fine 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...