We're About 9 - Miscreant Men lyrics

I know that you've seen the Worst kind of miscreant men, Who would say anything, To get with you in bed. So you look at me now, With doubt in your eyes. How can I blame you, When you've heard all the lies? But I'm not like them. I'm a genuine man. I'm a good hearted guy. I'm a one of a kind. I don't wanna kiss you. I don't wanna hug you. I don't wanna hold your hand. Don't wanna take you back to my apartment. Don't wanna lay you down in my bed. I don't wanna tell you stories, about what we'll do in the morning. I don't wanna cuddle you tight, all night. I don't wanna cuddle. I don't wanna synchronize our breathing. I don't wanna hear your heart beating. I don't wanna be that kind of guy, 'Cos I know that you've heard the Worst kind of embarra**ing lies. Now the sight of a guy, makes you tense up inside. So I don't wanna be what you expect. I wanna throw you off track. I wanna show you respect. I wanna highlight the fact, That I'm not like them. I'm a genuine man. I'm a goodhearted guy. I'm a one of a kind. I don't wanna kiss you. I don't wanna hug you. I don't wanna hold your hand. Don't wanna take you back to my apartment. Don't wanna lay you down in my bed. I don't wanna tell you stories, about what we'll do in the morning. I don't wanna cuddle you tight, all night. I don't wanna cuddle. I don't wanna synchronize our breathing. I don't wanna hear your heart beating. I don't wanna be that kind of guy. Oh girl, I don't wanna seem the way you see me. I don't want my heart to seem unpure. I don't want my motives to seem unclean. I don't wanna kiss you. I don't wanna hug you. I don't wanna hold your hand. Don't wanna take you back to my apartment. Don't wanna lay you down in my bed. I don't wanna tell you stories, about what we'll do in the morning. I don't wanna cuddle you tight, all night. I don't wanna cuddle. I don't wanna come back for seconds. I don't wanna fall into your skin, On the kitchen counter-top, Propped up by the microwave oven. I don't wanna shake the dishes down With the sounds of our screamin', I don't wanna work off our deamons, recklessly. I don't even wanna try it. Please don't keep me up lovin' you all night. I don't wanna be that kind of guy, Because I know that you've see the Worst kind of miscreant man, Who would say anything, To get with you in bed. So you look at me now, With doubt in your eyes. How can I blame you, When I've heard all the lies? How can I blame you?