[MACK SENNETT]
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

[Instrumental break]

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 nerves
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