Please don't murder flowers for my hair Save em for the bees if you really truly care for me Don't kick toadstools just to impress me Don't act a damn fool just to undress me Well I don't mind your style If you don't mind mine Ahhh Ahhh Oooh Ahhh Please don't carve our names into a tree They've seen too many broken hearts That's why the willow weeps, Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Well I won't lose one more Arrow for the kill With miner's greens And old fruit trees We'll surely eat our fill In time Well honey, I don't mind your style If you don't mind mine Ahhh Ahhh Oooh Ahhh Well honey I don't mind your little style If you don't mind mine