The guy I wanted was wrong
So maybe I didn't belong
All that I wanted was happiness
Now all I'm feelin is crappy-ness
Nah I'm not saying I dreamed of being Mrs.Spencer
I just wish I wasn't some dispenser
Of kindness and random gifts
And secret hugs that attracted thugs
He wasn't no gansta no wanna-be
He's original, man made in P.R.
No it's not that far
It's in the U.S.
It could've been us down in San Juan
Getting on fling on
In spring we coulda had a thing
I guess I'm not his type
I guess I'm not all right
In The head game or knocking on the bed frame
He didn't want a hoe.
Not his type.
He looks at me like a little sister
Is that all right?
Maybe....I can just be his friend
To watch his heart break again and again by these heartless t.h.o.t.s
Who put no thought into who they're hurting
Whose hearts they're deserting
I hate blurting
I'm just tired of that girl flirting with him
