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 also 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