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Shes got tangled hair and cigarettes
Cursing like a sailor on the ocean in her eyes
But shes not my type at all
Five star dinner with a t-shirt on
Laughing too loud and a bit too long
And I think shes not my type at all
Shes got pieces of me, wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven
No shes not my type at all
No shes not my type at all
Shes got a plastic ring on her left hand from her boyfriend
And a chip on her shoulder from her mom
And shes not my type at all
Its all so right
Its all so wrong
Probably be gone by the end of this song
And shes not my type at all
Shes got pieces of me, wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven
No shes not my type at all
No shes not my type at all
No shes not, no shes not, no shes not
No shes not my type at all
I am something else
When she says my name
Heaven bound, I lose myself
But shes not my type at all
No shes not my type at all
Shes got pieces of me, wrapped around her fingers
Shes got pieces, wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven, heaven
No shes not my type at all
No shes not my type at all
No shes not my type at all
