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'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