Requested by:HuskerRadioDust
Just my type
Fizzarolli hummed, sipping the beverage in his glass cup silently watching you.
M-m-m-m-m-my more than meets the eye
To tell the truth would be a lie
I saw her out on Friday night, misunderstood
She's balling for a guy
That cigarette, it needs a light
Pluck up the courage and invite her nowhere good
Your hair flowed over your shoulders as you flirted with the some imp beside you, swindling him into getting you a drink.
'cause I need this more than just a one night stand
Need that honey when she holds my hand
Times like this, they call for true romance
But she's not ready for that
He shuffled closer to you, watching as the imp bought you another drink his face flushed red as you thanked him.
She lets me down
Then gets me high
Oh, I don't know why she's just my type
She's bad advice
I don't think twice
Oh, I don't know why she's what I like
He shifted as you took a sip of your drink, getting a better look at your features.
Your eyes were a deep red and your tail had spikes along your spine that were small and black.
But I, I, I love it
I, I, I love it
Love the way She plays With my head
She lets me down
Then gets me high
Oh, I don't know why she's just my type
He cleared his throat, catching your attention.
This girl's still on repeat
Plays in my mind, won't let me sleep
She's not the one who's in my sheets
'Cause she's no good
She defies all of my dreams
And expectations She won't meet
I'll pack my bags and try to leave
I wish I could
You both begin talking, tossing playful jabs and flirty comments.
'cause I need this more than just a one night stand
Need that honey when she holds my hand
Times like this, they call for true romance
But she's not ready for that
The bar was closing and everybody was leaving.
She lets me down
Then gets me high
Oh, I don't know why she's just my type
She's bad advice
I don't think twice
Oh, I don't know why she's just what I like
You stood up, grabbing your phone and leaving some money for the bartender.
But I, I, I love it
I, I, I love it
Love the way she's plays with my head
She lets me down
Then gets me high
Oh, I don't know why she's just my type
Pouting softly as you left, not bothering to give him a second glance.
Getting up he placed his cup down paying the bartender, looking to where you were was a little piece of paper with your name and number scribbled on it.
More than meets the eye
To tell the truth would be a lie
I saw her out again last night, misunderstood
And I'll never be her guy
That cigarette still needs a light
And when I take her back to mine it's nothing good
He smiled, grabbing the paper stuffing it into his pocket.
'cause I need this more than just a one night stand
Need that honey when she holds my hand
Times like this, they call for true romance
But she's not ready for that
Moving out of the bar he pulls the paper out of his pocket and puts her number into his contacts.
She lets me down
Then gets me high
Oh, I don't know why she's just my type
She's bad advice
I don't think twice
Oh, I don't know why she's just what I like
He puts her name above the number before turning his phone off.
"She's just my type."
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Sorry it took so damn long.
