I Won't Send Roses

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 birhtday’s in guaranteed and should I love you you’d be the last to
know
I won’t send roses and roses suit you so
My face 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 you deserve
and so if there’s a fighting chance
just turn and go
I won’t send roses and roses suit you so