Sorry, but I'm not that kinda guy
I won't buy you flowers just to see you smile
I'm not a gentlemen
Oh, I'm not even nice
Sorry, but I'm not that kinda guy

I won't hold the door for you
I won't pick you up
When you're outside
When you're drunk and lost
Won't even glance at my phone
And surely won't reply
To a single message you have sent me tonight

I don't need your flowers, dude
That is not my vibe (you fuckin' do)
Don't need all the things you thought I would like
Let's change the subject
Honey, you know that I know (know what?)
I'm the girl you watch down the hall

I won't be there to hug you tight when you're up all night
'Cause your grandma died
I am occupied
I can leave right now
I mean, I could
But its not that I might
I just want you to be fine

Sorry, but I'm not that kinda guy
I won't buy you flowers just to see you smile
I'm not a gentlemen
Oh, I'm not even nice
Sorry, but I'm not that kinda guy

I don't think you get it
No, actually I know
I ain't one of these perfect boys
Stop acting, stop the show
It's quite obvious, you just wanna play it cool
No, trust me, I'm no good for you
I don't make the rules

When you said: No, don't go home alone
You insisted, so you drove me home
When I cried you opened the bathroom door
But when you looked at me
Nothing was quite like it was before

Sorry, but I'm not that kinda guy
I won't buy you flowers just to see you smile
I'm not a gentlemen
Oh, I'm not even nice
Sorry, but I'm not that kinda guy