Jacob Whitesides - Not My Type At All

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

Jacob Whitesides - Not My Type At All

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