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