Jacob Whitesides - Not My Type At All lyrics

[Jacob Whitesides - Not My Type At All lyrics]

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

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