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