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[Mack}<br>
I won't send roses<br>
Or hold the door<br>
I won't remember<br>
Which dress you wore<br>
My heart is too much in control<br>
The lack of romance in my soul<br>
Will turn you grey, kid<br>
So stay away, kid<br>
Forget my shoulder<br>
When you're in need<br>
Forgetting birthdays<br>
Is guaranteed<br>
And should I love you, you would be<br>
The last to know<br>
I won't send roses<br>
And roses suit you so<br>
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My pace is frantic<br>
My temper's cross<br>
With words romantic<br>
I'm at a loss<br>
I'd be the first one to agree<br>
That I'm preoccupied with me<br>
And it's inbred, kid<br>
So keep your head, kid<br>
In me you'll find things<br>
Like guts and nerve<br>
But not the kind of things<br>
That you deserve<br>
And so while there's a fighting chance<br>
Just turn and go<br>
I won't send roses<br>
And roses suit you so.<br>
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