Interpret:

Jacob Whitesides

Album:

A piece of me

She's got tangled hair and cigarettes.
Cursin' like a sailor on the ocean in her eyes.




But she's not my type at all.
Five star with a t-shirt on.
Laughing too loud and a bit too long.


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And I think she's not my type at all.
She's got pieces of me wrapped 
around her finger tips.
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven.




No she's not my type at all x2
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. But it's also wrong.
Probably be gone by the end of this song.






REF: 


And she's not my type at all.
She's got pieces of me wrapped 
around her finger tips.
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven


But 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.


REF: 


No she's not my type at all.
She's got pieces of me wrapped 
around her finger..she's got pieces
wrapped around her finger tips
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven,heaven.


No she's not my type at all. 3x