| I was selling flowers by the side of the road
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| And you came to the flower stand
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| I was telling you about pansies and roses
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| But you tried to grab my hand
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| I’m flattered, but it’s my choice
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| Sorry, I’m not that kind of boy
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| You may see a heart as a toy
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| Sorry, I’m not that kind of boy
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| You think love is a game, whatever you wish
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| But for me it’s years till that magical first kiss
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| I’ll wait until my heart’s on cloud nine
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| Your lust-filled existence is far out of line
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| I’m flattered, but it’s my choice
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| Sorry, I’m not that kind of boy
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| You may see a heart as a toy
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| Sorry, I’m not that kind of boy
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| You dared to ask me for a date alone
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| I was shocked you didn’t want a chaperone
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| You were attractive, but way too fast
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| How could you expect this to ever last?
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| I’m flattered, but it’s my choice
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| Sorry, I’m not that kind of boy
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| You may see a heart as a toy
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| Sorry, I’m not that kind of boy |