Not That Kinda Guy

Sorry, but I'm not that kinda guy
I won't buy you flowers just to see you smile
I'm not a gentleman, no, 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 (That what?)
I'm the girl you watch down the hall
I'm probably there to hug you tight when you're up all night
'Cause your grandma died, I am occupied
I can't leave right now, I mean I could, but it's 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 gentleman, no, 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 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 tried, 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 gentleman, no, I'm not even nice