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 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 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 of 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


Taken from Mack and Mabel, written by Jerry Herman

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