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