I don′t wanna, I don't wanna

I don′t wanna tell her not to grow

But I don't wanna, I don't wannaI don′t wanna have to see her go

I don′t wanna, I don't wanna

I don′t wanna tell her not to grow

But I don't wanna, I don′t wanna

I don't wanna have to see her go

If Gordon Ramsay was to test her taste

Then he would tell me, "She′s a fine soufflé"

With corny lines like that, I'd guess you say

That writin' love songs just ain′t my forte

I hate my voice, I hate the sound it makes

I′m tryin' to evoke feelings of pain

So I just grab my keys and try to play

And hide behind this thing I call my face (yeah)

I don′t wanna, I don't wanna

I don′t wanna tell you not to grow

But I don't wanna, I don′t wanna

I don't wanna have to see you go

I don't wanna, I don′t wanna

I don′t wanna tell you not to grow

But I don't wanna, I don′t wanna

I don't wanna have to see you go

You′ve gotta know they're gonna clown you for this

You′ve gotta know they're gonna clown you for this

You've gotta know they′re gonna clown you for this

You′ve gotta know they're gonna clown you for this

You know my pride is low, you know my way is right in this city

So I wrote a song, so I wrote a song without writin′ (it's good)

Every time I′m fallin', they think ′cause I'm humble I'm soft

So I wrote a song, so I wrote a song about nothin′