Letra de Not My Type At All - Jacob Whitesides

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
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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