Текст песни Jacob Whitesides - Not My Type At All

Текст:

She's got tangled and cigarettes Cursing like a sailor on the ocean in her eyes But she's not my type at all Five estar dinner with at-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 Cause 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 Cause 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 finger She's got pieces of me 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

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