I Won't Send Roses (From "Mack & Mabel Original Cast Recording")

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 tempers 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